SINGING A SONG FOR ME BENEATH A MARQUEE

AND ALL HEARTS are bleeding
washing the streets of cities
all thoughts like little stars
and feelings swimming like fish
forever lost in an ocean of feelings

AND YET they get what they want
and yet they get everything
but what i hid inside my empty heart

Today is violent and more violent
than the purple eyes of bruised eyes
and how my heart died wishing more

And YET they WANT again & again
take a look (told you from the start)
there is nothing to take.

I am not here. You fight your insides
and tear them out and eat your life
and die many times over. Go on!

washing the streets of cities
like thoughts of little stars
and small swimming fish.

A heavy glow of light.

:: 08.03.2021 ::