Right Before Dawn
Sleep is the sand
that slips through my fingers
My hands
the only way i can hold on
Dust blown in the wind
The glitter and twinkle
Im falling and drifting
In and out of my head
Crack open the window
And let the sweat dry
Her scent keeps me up
The only sense i have laying heavy
I am always loneliest right before dawn
Id rather have a knife fight
Than have my lover lured away
At least then someone else
Can feel me
No fantasy can distract me
And the drugs dont last long enough
Copyright © Davin Payne | Year Posted 2018
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