The narcotic sleep with eyes shut
like angel wings
If I should die before i wake
take his words
And sift them through the wind,
the Eyes behind the rain
with whispers
against the cold glass
the tears dissipated, dissolved and
dilluted by dust
caked on like two more hours
after the storm has passed
A sweet dissolve of sweat and candy and
Rain
With cracked wings, the stars glisten and hear
Everything