måndag 27 oktober 2025

3 hours of sleep

 a shiver down my calcified spine

a thrill down deep

could you hear it


all those foul words from my twisted tongue

i never meant for them to reach you

could you let us rest until the smoke settled

and youll see it was empty shells fired from the tips of my fingers

i dont have a gun to aim at you, my love


when again the stars feel like wide open lit windows on cold atumn nights 

let the fresh air in

let me glide through your space 

and feel your walls from the inside

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