Udder Dust

Sometimes I think of how hardly alive you are at all
Dodging bullets, dodging raindrops
December's here, and this rattling can
Of a group "home", we call a home, can't stay warm

There are no colors
The world feels dusty
The thoughts that swim in and out
Make a traitor out of me

Suspend myself from the ceiling
And watch us all live
I break and slip porcelain plates
Abandoned, restrained

Clinking chain
Move to the same motions
I stare back at the clock
How do I convince you I'm living?

Creeping smile
Dry lips close

I entertain thoughts that lull my mind
Just sitting here in my head
Free reign for my brain
This place is the fly that won't stop following me