november

walking in the dark only falling in the holes
how did i get here again
i walked in of course
the nights are cold, the bite the next day makes my tongue gray
my thoughts are sharp against my skull
the gun i built
the monster i know

itching itching for the cold
see it happen before my eyes
hands reaching for anything solid
to hold on before i fall again
my eyes adjust and laugh
at being blind
nothing is wrong

i see all my broken bones
i see me move so sad
in here, i finally feel nothing

all my curiosities are granted
the youth i am….

see i am
ha ha ha

the holes in my head
only I will see my rise
only I see my falls