Nameless

i'm sleeping with a knife again i'm just a drawing on the wall sooner or later everything falls apart every day a punishment

I have tried so hard to do right fought to heal every hurt every turn

I take leads me back to where

I started from all my dreams they die on me and

I don't think there's ever healing it the days grow long filled with empty hours when

I wake up alone with these shadows as my only company splinters of glass at my feet silence in her white dress like dust on books no-one reads and beds no-one sleeps in anymore (speechless nameless sleepless alone) "...the fog is rising" [Emily ****inson (1830-1886)]