Twelve Hour Turn Sleep Comes Early For You
i never knew of historical descent, given an aversion to
being good, an aversion to being decent. we will bleed
and sweat the day, imbibe nighttime while we'll resent
past and present morays, each in our own way. because in
my mind i will try to keep some things as new. refuse the
big death i am most rightfully due. dodge steps written
in form,once taken as true. because you paid perpetual
dues to all of who knows who but you. now you're through.
but not the way i would do. more like given permission
to. if we could be honest i would say i want more for
you. but it's like giving in, giving in to you and i'm
not through. if we could be honest, i would say i want
more from you. new painted in a corner, waiting on your
finest hour, the day you could finally shower or free
your feet from the shoes of the weak. a day we could
finally speak, or i could remember your date of birth.
...sleep comes early for you
