I Crave

I crave the chill

I crave the chill of the air before sunrise,

I crave the chill of the air before sunrise, a sleeping sun screening blue filters

I crave the chill of the air before sunrise, a sleeping sun screening blue filters through dreaming eyes.

The rose thorn pricks in each breath

The rose thorn pricks in each breath like menthol cigarettes,

The rose thorn pricks in each breath like menthol cigarettes, the ‘starting over’

The rose thorn pricks in each breath like menthol cigarettes, the ‘starting over’ with funerals

The rose thorn pricks in each breath like menthol cigarettes, the ‘starting over’ with funerals for past regrets .

The silence of night

The silence of night broken

The silence of night broken by the song of birds,

The silence of night broken by the song of birds, to write an end of a story

The silence of night broken by the song of birds, to write an end of a story not- to the middle

The silence of night broken by the song of birds, to write an end of a story not- to the middle and then losing the words.

To fall asleep

To fall asleep before the moon hits full tide,

To fall asleep before the moon hits full tide, to rest peacefully

To fall asleep before the moon hits full tide, to rest peacefully and feel the woes subside.

I crave...

I crave... waking up

I crave... waking up with the ability to peel

I crave... waking up with the ability to peel this dead skin of torment

I crave... waking up with the ability to peel this dead skin of torment and a body

I crave... waking up with the ability to peel this dead skin of torment and a body that’s able to heal.