Inkpaw

hello cold
nipping at my bare fingertips 
with jagged teeth of ice

hello leaves
descending slowly from the ever vanishing canopy 
dancing through the air as if on stage

hello warm spices

Dying inside

Sobs heaving oh so silently from somewhere deep and scared 

Lines of wet regrets trickle their way down my face

And quiet gasps for air occasionally surface when I remember to breathe

people talk about dreams

how they have weird dreams
funny dreams
fantasy dreams

they ask me what I dream about 
I say nothing.
I'm not lying, 
I only have nighmares.

music 

explains the unexplained 

communicates the things you can't say

and fills your heart with a wild joy to survive 

music 

takes the bad

and makes you see good

I see you 
in your high heels 
and your caked on makeup

I see you 
with your expensive outfit
and your cough inducing cigarettes 

I see you 
slowly killing our world with your ignorance