Wolves

I’ve been digging a grave with the parts of my brain that still work. They’re burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams. I still feel a heart that's beating but I can't feel love, I still feel a life inside me but I feel no blood. I still clench my teeth and I pull out my hair; my skin and bones are bare. I've been living with the weight of the world and the moon and the stars, burning in my eyes. I haven't seen clear in 19 years; will you please save my life? I’ve been digging a grave with the parts of my brain that still work. They’re burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams.