songs slowly wake me up

from the birds

outside the window

something I used to hate

but now enjoy more

racing through the day

like a madman avoiding pain

trying to die

but never asking why

making out with the moon

is all I used to do

prepared for the death

of a a silent faith to you

hoping to perish

but hanging on by a claw

because you are the

stars I sing to

every night and

yearn for