I’m tired of death

Like 16:30 in a crack house

Yellow, fading light of dusk coming

Cigarette burnt lace curtains
I’m tired of life

Lungs filled with ash and dust

Reflected life in broken windows

Diseased, unable to move 
I’m tired of staring at the ceiling

Waiting for the same damaged dawn

Pieces of dreams litter the floor

Staining the carpets with memory
I’m drowning, I don’t care

I’m at the inevitable collapse

Diluted, a dirty blocked drain

I woke here in the dirt

here in the dirt I remain

3 days

You could forget me in three days

And yet I could not do the same 

I’d stand like a train in an empty station

Waiting to see you arrive

Though I know you would not 

I’d lie in the empty dark

Like a root unseeing and cold

Waiting in the great below

I’d wither in the winter if my discontent

Malnourished and deformed

The lavender dawn of your voice

Leaving me in the twilight of my dreams