The day might disturb your sleep as you
Carry on into the low, low mist. past
Whatever was burned away.
Pa** entire groups of words while at
It. bring her back and close your eyes a
Bit tighter. you don't want to see the
Wrecks of men while there, although
They still frequent your sleep like
Whatever rebellious little trespa**ers.
Visit your dreams for what? to be
Swallowed by the same surrounding walls
As you are - silly.
But it's their eyes, the ones that flee
Every straight question. the ones that draw
Worry in small circles around you.