Trying to put the pieces
Together
Making things work
That is broken
Searching for healing
In any relevant way
Being Broke
I am broke
Mentally
Financially
Psychologically
And very, very tired
I failed in every way
All the time
Right now and into
The dark future of our world
Maybe there could be some
Strange, unconventional meaning
In my life
Maybe
But I doubt
And it does not matter
Because what is, is
Creatures of the Night
I open up the door
There they were
All the creatures of the night
That for many years had filled me with fright
Small and lonely fading away a sad bunch
We created you and you created us
But like bees and butterflies
We nurture you and when we gone
A sad place this earth will be
You just wait and see
Broken Room
Trying to put
Things together
Again
It is hard
A lot of thing
Has been lost
Stolen or broken
Not anything fits
Anymore