pulls me under
held me over
sets the tones to lose

a taste of anger
no remainder
of the things we;d choose

crumpled over
my composer
just a skeleton

it turns me inward
but it figures
forever;s a dirty word.

emotions wear my sleeve
this might be the last ..

one or two ease the pain
it;s nothing that we talk about.

no recollection
of complexion
could not place his face

i plead redemption
or collection
put me into place.

music: tears for fears; pale shelter
mood: nervous