Sleeptember's promise a broken dreamlike love - like hate
pushing through the soil of my soul,
plucking at me like my heart is made of catgut.
An eerie sound that half
echoes - stretches and vibrates in
an empty sea shell like heart.
A stranger, a women, she
looks to me - through me-
whistling a vague but familiar
tune I can never, but almost,
grasp. She knows me, I scare
her but she still knows, not at all,
she tells.
Only her silence scares me.
But her half dream no promise's
is all that keeps me
from non being.
A jig saw puzzle missin' a piece,
a cross words that all
read very
down.
Sleeptember's promise a broken dream
like love - like hate
pushing through the soil of my soul,
