Blue Like Winter Sky

crystal meth eyes, wild as the moon
empty as a newly dug grave
midnight blind walking
on the path of soon, child, soon

freedom whispers in her damaged ear
drowned out by too much rain
shaky stick legs walking
bruise small flowers along the way

the sound of buzzing flies is louder
than the sweet hum of somethingness
eyes blue like winter sky
searching for a place to rest

she never had a goddamned thing to give
but she'd give it all away
for something that's not nothing
for a time that's not today