Fallen

Sometimes at night you tell me you hear a sound
Worth more than a fool’s attention
You crack my bones with your hour-long description
You slay me with your would-be deceptions
Your lies in a cage, you’re feeding them rage
You’re never really a master when you can’t stay

“I am not

a precious stone

you save to sell

in years to come.”

--Said some.

One more nightmare, I’m begging for
One more nightmare just let me drop just let
me
me, splattering across the dirt reduced to red
before I drop just let
me

Your palms, my Bermuda Triangle
And everything is a sequel of a sequel of a stolen word
We are each other’s shriveled originals
We are a dilapidated jigsaw puzzle
We are That Old Married Couple
Everyone’s talking about
I’ll tell ya,

I didn’t think of these things when I was a little girl,
Wish we could all just become our own children,
You with your taste for scraped knees
Me
Me, with my bossy tongue
We would have made a pair, we would

But then I’d miss my nightmares

Some say, some say, some say,
It works to see the whole damn dream
It works not to wake up
It works both ways
I find These People
Have the most reason and I am PERSUADED by holeless reason
Just let go
let go of my hand

I’m watching now watching it all repeat itself,
My eyes are sore my eyes are sore
Let go of my hand my eyes are sore
You won’t let me fall won’t let me fall
Tell me, again and again, how
when you wake up,
you hear a sound
You can’t get rid of the sound
BecauseYou Won’t Let Go
“Tell me where you’re going” is your cold command
(I am that sound)
All I can say is
Let go of my hand