nameless

im sleeping with a knife again im just a drawing on the wall sooner or later everything falls apart every day a punishment
I have tried so hard to do right fought to heal every hurt every turn
I take leads me back to where
I started from all my dreams they die on me and
I dont think theres ever healing it the days grow long filled with empty hours when
I wake up alone with these shadows as my only company splinters of glass at my feet silence in her white dress like dust on books no-one reads and beds no-one sleeps in anymore (speechless nameless sleepless alone) '...the fog is rising' [Emily ****inson (1830- 1886)]