the birds were singing to calm us down

im not sure whats keeping me awake these nights
the airs thinned to breathable
my bed clean and tucked tight
no reason for my mind to keep tickin
on like this

i can feel it though
if i laid me down to sleep
i would not slide down into darkness
but lie wracked
and pondering
no stars above my head to set mine eyes upon

choices made
impulses followed or trampled down in haste
laying bare and unusable
wrought with shards
that path id rather chase to its ending

my voice is harsh
too long held silent
breath bated waiting for a story's closure
but none will be found
an odd feeling when those tales
as you expect to know their closure
trickle off to nothing
never shall i know
never shall anyone know
they have all gone to nothing
figments left unclapped for
no bells have rung
wings stilled before they rooted
settled at last to mere memories

but these dark ponderings shall not do
not for this night
not for so late
my hands swolen with the weathers shift
knuckles tight beneath this skin
i taste of salt