Disappointed missing sleep and stuck within the sheets
all knotted up to tear the covers off my silhouette
I'm usually dispensing apparitions to my inner self
and teasing mimicry before the visions set
the stars I view before I set myself to sea can be no
guiding beacon treasure which i have not captured yet
tradition is a fatal flaw which locks itself and bears it's teeth
to clamp without the hindrance it's free of regret
setting you down
hope that you make it back home with an eye in your palm
stabbing at nothing
all that you show are your bones
i meant to say teeth
brushing between
forgetting the steps that you took while alone
and turning around
and dreams of the sea
and burning the bridges you crossed with your feet
spoken in tones that you use with your family
meant to say home but it's left you uneasy
speak in your sleep and it's bleeding on through
we distinguish ourselves with a morning between us
I wish a thousand nights to make the next day seem alright
but I've awakened ghosts who left their pillows drenched in morning light