Pinned.

Strangers, I don't see anymore.

Sunshine, hides from my woes.

Turn. Twist. Can't zip it no more.
A dull moan echoes my sore.

They come. They care. They swallow the ghosts.

Bad dreams dancing on my tongue.
Tired and awake.
Doing things that numb my brain.

Running on the inside, falling outside.

They say it's over.
Brighter times await me at the nearing horizon.

Believe, I do.
De dum tu do.