Down the Spine

Letting go the blue out my window

Turns to gray

Today and tomorrow.

Forever whirring, thrumming, in my ears, thanks to fear and a

Headache pulsing, miscellaneous yawning

Coming out and spawning from the place I hate the most turned to ghost, let us go.

Find a grace, find a way, a mainstay, all along you may plot

At least you find there is a rocky ledge

For your garden growing, stop it now, make it bleed, worry me down.

I don't know if I show

The way I feel is spilling out on this page, burning down, rage 'til tomorrow

Saves us all and again I'm alone without a friend

She is sick, she is gone, I've moved on.

Am I wrong for doing the things I do? Attention to the breath. Attention to the skull.

Salty tears chased down by some beers up ahead there's a place, less dark, far away. Today and tomorrow will stay in place if I let go of my fear.

And yet bones shake around the den for finding people with the end goal same as you, did you think this through?

It's not coming out as it was supposed to, but still it's coming and it's rubbing its way down the spine. It's coming out and rubbing its way down the spine. IT'S COMING OUT AND RUBBING ITS WAY DOWN THE SPINE

To intertwine with shards of me. Let me go. Let me have release. On the face of the world, you will see decay. There is less of me today. There is less of me today. There is less of me today.