haven't you heardmy silence weeping
mourning emotion's sweeping
gunned down by your hasty bullet words
and I'm choked..choked on love smeared with hurt
awaiting the night to fall
where I can start my own domestic cleaning
wiping it all ..
wishing for morning sun
dry enough to burn this mildew off my wall
and I'm able to stretch every wrinkle in my heart
where sadness run & hide
playing seek in my head
while wishes try to dry clean my bed
for a new night with a new moon
announcing all these monsters dead
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