i had to step through the looking-glass,
the hoops and the spinning chimes.
i had to curl up and close my eyes,
allowing the thieves all my time.
i had to give in to the burdening blades
the heaviest sunrise, the blood-sky most stained.
i had to relinquish the storm in my heart, or
my killers would never depart.
what does my heart detest, this
whirling, weeping mess?
I feel the sleep-chalk draw its lines
the crumbling towers, cursed vines
my time is almost done.
I can’t continue to run.
we whisper to the nights when we
have any need to spill our dreams
the coinage drains, it coughs and stains
each numbing-thought deserved.
I don’t know why my soul is tired but my eyes crave seeing the world