hanging on in the dusk
shadows long vanishing.
anodyne in my blood,
fade me out into sleep.

with a pull on a thread and a split,
fall back open.
what a fool to believe for a minute
that i could hold it.

waking up in the white
sharp daylight breaking.
feel the lift wearing off,
heavy mind aching.
drying up like a scar,
staying on haunting
on the mend just enough
to pass as if healing.

with a pull on a thread and a split,
fall back open.
what a fool to believe for a minute
that i could hold it