Wolves

I’ve been digging a grave with the parts of my brain that still work.
They’re burying me with my dead dreams
my dead dreams. I still feel a heart that’s beating but I can’t feel love
I still feel a life inside me but I feel no blood
I still clench my teeth and I pull out my hair;
my skin and bones are bare.
I’ve been living with the weight of the world and the moon and the stars,
burning in my eyes.
I haven’t seen clear in 19 years;
will you please save my life?
I’ve been digging a grave with the parts of my brain that still work.
They’re burying me with my dead dreams, my dead dreams.