I used to watch from the darkness...
© caseyseidler 2008
The world slowed as snow fell.
I want to be the song you have not sung,
The breathe stolen.
In this insipid world of tattoos and truth,
you fell away.
Would you be my little cut?
The walls hush...
Behind congested eyes,
I go blind.
Attempting to ink my last thoughts,
I smelled your simple end.
© caseyseidler 2007