There is a man who sleeps in dust
His hands forever cold and dry
His mouth is sewn shut with black twine
He'll never tell us why

He holds his heart in a cardboard box
Kneels over it and cries
He whispers silent secrets to it
Through a hole cut in the side

He thinks of her

The walls are lined with cigarettes
To keep away the wind
There's always one left, lit for a smoke
He tries, but can't, his lips are pinned

There's light outside the window, though
He lives to watch it shine
It dares to glow just once a day
Then leaves the world behind

It lifts his spirits anyway
He keeps on living anyway
He thinks of her
And falls to the ground

02/17/2009

Author's Note: Not really about anyone, I thought of it while at my boyfriend's band practice.

Posted on 02/18/2009
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