Weep.

Until the sun rose yesterday, you patterned through my dreams;
A silent voice to cry through all the din.
I'm searching for the blue of your eyes, arctic, gentile streams,
With all the lies that float along within.

There's something that's hypnotic in the way you hold your pen
And laugh at notions that allign the stars.
It's a wonder that from out of nighttime you've come back again,
Still stuck in all the shadows that you've found in all the bars.

You're all lined up, all colored out, all indignant and grey
Your shape is tacked in darkness on the white.
But, you're all narcotic and disguised to make me it feel okay
It's just enough to say that it might just be alright.

Year along and month to month and breath to take a breath
Hearts jarring like a knife inside the glass;
Fragmented in the sorrows hold until the game is death,
Whilst nothing in the world can raise me up into your class.