insomnia and paperbags
they go hand in hand
but what advice need one give
just because one can?
over there sits a man who under his breath
mutters words
and they tell a cautionary tale
trust me now, because you must,
though you never have before
beyond this bleak horizon is an army
drawing forward
and they hear no words that you would speak
all they want to do
is drop you to the floor
still, i speak no words of substance
i just talk and talk and talk
until all that's running through your mind
is "oh will this pig shut up?"
but i will not stop
not a single pause
not until you know for sure
i will be right by your side.
