I sit here looking at the blue,
The mess we made,
the glass pierces through,
Smiling as tears roll down the cheeks.
Dripping colors of husk,
the clock ticks through my soul,
I am choking on the words,
Covered in the flashes of moon.
Hush now! Everything ends slowly,
Nubivagant I sleep still,
Clutching to the memories
That didn’t last even a scimachy.
No heimat to wander around,
The sounds and touch wince out,
I cloak myself and hide,
It is coming back,
back to me.
I am lie to your screams,
You are haunting my day day-dreams,
But, the kalopsia tantalizes me,
I cannot return, not
back to you.