9.27.10

Fog lifts the air

while I dream

monochrome
statues whisper

Angel wings

brush my face

while I lay here

saying what if

I say I'm away

envious stench

of the infection

that curses my

blackened soul

Tense up just

to shake it off

Heavy breath

lullabies play

on that dusty

record player

Disconnect

myself again

and I fall

back into

the tides, waves

hit the rocky

shore playing

it's whispering

symphony of

goodbyes