Brush Strokes

Burn through the open wound of only Seep away the sneering taste of Lonely Break forth from your walls Never-answered calls From greatest heights you fall, And are saved before you crash. ‘Cause when you’re beside me My legs go trembly It’s hard to feel empty Even when my brain wants me to be Draw down the countenance of your feeling Brush stroke intentional misleading Sketch me from memory Mark eyes where I cannot see Enclose me in debris From the wreck I emerged from. ‘Cause when tomorrow Is as good as today The sky losing its gray Content with drifting away.