The Cigarettes are planted among the Flowers

The door creeks sound like seagulls
so I pretend thats what they are
The flowers bloom and whither
and I dare not stay out here
lest my keyboard be subjected
to the rain that will no doubt begin to fall
in a few short moments
I am going to introduce myself
to the face of the voice that saved me
and although I suppose I ought to prepare
and possibly be more alert
I must remember
it was this sleepless self
who was most effected
since after all
everyone knows
without sleep one has no filter or boundaries
and without boundaries
bad things can happen to one on the edge
cause I’m just holding on for tonight
and I will always love you
I see myself as them now too
subservient when saved
yet simultaneously set free and empowered
it’s an odd thing really
1:17 until full
I’m ready and waiting