Prayers

knock knock knock
smoking away my futilities
the mind fuels, truth's cruel, inhaling
the incense smells of poppies and musk
I dreaded the assumption that I must
be someone when I'm pretending

a cryptic static on the telephone line
slow drain, water window pain
drippin blood stains, hides his mind
under sheets of glass, and he smiles
through her delerious nights
stitched through the sweat

of yesterday...while he cruises the water
She hides a curse behind a sinister reverie

I look backwards as the emotions blur
is this all I was or all we were?
You liked to make a fool of me.
The tables will turn. just wait, you'll see.