Faces in the form of a silence
Movements charted through tired eyelids
Stasis in the warmth of a clean head,
I've been throwing expired violet at the sunset.
When I found home, there was no Hell,
There I found him, casting dry spells.
Drought for a stomach, aching
Aching
Head of fractals, passing
Passing
Hands of branches, moving
Into the mud
Molding a home for me
For me
I saw you already waiting for me,
Watching, warming
My head.
I saw you already waiting for me,
Watching, warming
My head
Soon I was surrounded by talking,
Close my eyes
It sounded like my friends, leaving.
I saw you already waiting.
