ante.

eyes burn and i need sleep,
haunting of pasts can come to you 'til again we meet.
try to not be afraid
the excess holds me in a grip,
the music resonates away cold fingers and sweaty palms.
i tell myself that
least i know it does get to somewhere..something.

i think of us talking and are you there.
rate and i talk from a thousand to negativity,
my mind is racked in a pillory.
guess
i am under the bend with water in my ears.
always willing walking home alone
occupied with only myself.
it takes me a lot work and i spend a lot of time
all in due to the means, to the ends
i can hear her, a sweet woman laughing,
saying

it's gonna be a alright.