Udder Dust

Sometimes I think of how hardly alive you are at all

Dodging bullets, dodging raindrops

December's here, and this rattling can

Of a group "home", we call a home, can't stay warm

There are no colors

The world feels dusty

The thoughts that swim in and out

Make a traitor out of me

Suspend myself from the ceiling

And watch us all live

I break and slip porcelain plates

Abandoned, restrained

Clinking chain

Move to the same motions

I stare back at the clock

How do I convince you I'm living?

Creeping smile

Dry lips close

I entertain thoughts that lull my mind

Just sitting here in my head

Free reign for my brain

This place is the fly that won't stop following me