Migrating

Migrating over to wordpress: somniumego.wordpress.com

My Un Doing

I bleached my heart

Yet it still echoes of you

This old house is ripped 

I've tore it through

Yet the curse remains

and my heart beats true

Like a razor under my pillow

Dreams have become nightmares

Your pale skin untouchable

The moon atop unreachable stairs

Were I a robot flip the switch

And remove me of my cares

I prayed for you

I prayed to undo

To go back

To un hear the siren

To un see the pale blue

To un known of you.