#whyamitheworst

where to put what i know?

is it bright wings,

or night wings,

or both?

lay down in a shadowy room,

with bed springs that sigh,

as the late evening sun sets a gloom.

then sing.

sing till your throat's filled with scratches,

your hearts blood is frozen,

your mind is wide open.

breathe,

breathe 'till tomorrow is gone.

don't think, just go on.

this path is waiting for wings to fly over its hues.

so, choose.