i feel my organs pulsing underneath my cage of bones
law of motion until the fall where my lungs fill up with smoke
the music becomes whispers and wispy echos of unspoken words
and stars awake just to hide behind the clouds unheard
this is the time where my body sets down and craves it’s beauty rest
where closed eyelids and soft blankets release the weight off my chest
but my mind and all my thoughts burst with late energy and say
let’s think about all the things that we neglected to today
the ideas are made of glass and they slice and dice my brain
law of motion until the night where smoke blows pain away