I have a new one, it's gotten worn and ugly

from stopping to think to try and feel at home

the stars are bright no, more than our destiny

drink up pure success until the thirst is host-less.


My head then sank in my heart, there's nothing within

my chest, what of the rest

of the ones under this as well?

"drag them within" she said

"drag them and spin."


There's no instant healing

there's fright, behind doors weeping

us, the scrapping of pens.