Snippets

As the leaf makes it journey slowly to the ground,
I count the seconds on the clock
wondering how many lives will be lost
in the time it takes to reach its destination

There's not a place I haven't been
where death wasn't lingering somewhere close by
shades of light creeping in through closed windows
My heart don't break, its been broke a long time

Laughter that comes through the blinds
into my bedroom while I sleep
praying urgently for my souls rest
knowing the sorrow keeps me awake.