gray morning breaks and scatters the green off the leaves in their struggle to grasp their branch
dead birds sing to the patience of a cancer who decided to stay another day
rooftops lay languid on the leaking walls as they open their cracks each hour
dust gathers in corners with toys left devoid of meaning forgotten, abandoned from their child
pale light from the center of the sky absorbing life, hiding behind the beauty of white
words mispronounced forming a speech and it glares in it's thousand shattered mirrors
a night of binding lights
blankets giving hope through their subtle breaths truth flies off tongues only to carve into an open scar and lay its eggs and they grow black inside the veins waving the disease among the streets
celebrating mirth like pigeons to their seeds under the figment of values careless, careless