Do nights make me restless?
Am I a zombie in the mist?
Can escape ever be found?
What of the snake?
Where does it charm?
How does it sing?
Does it kiss?
My farewell
To thee, a stick
Some drum
Maybe butter
Lost and found,
Soon to be erased
Qualms
About perfection
Never right the first time
Could go on
But letting you go
Was never easy either
