6 am and im up again

no reason to dream anymore

you send tangled words

the hurt palms of my skull

too clumsily unwind

and misshape and play rough with

my spine is growing crooked

and now looking back

trashing the world seems like my only escape

ive taken everything

bled nothingness

you said it so

voices of the universe shout

follow your bliss

whisper life into me

didnt they read the papers?

that road has long since closed.