Under the Upper Hand

She goes under her covers…

As she goes undercover,

Blue skies lighting her days…

Burnt evenings tasting sour.

She looks at the sky…

In her dreams…

Tears of an angel,

Broken bells ringing aloud!

Looking at the people around…

A tear falls for the upper hand…

She thinks of the tear…

Her wings turn to ashes.

Tears going soft…

No one knows the fears…

A cut under the upper hand…

Forever sinking and crumbling.

Another gram of help…

Another life to live by…

Another piece to die for…

The upper hand takes over.

She turns to the other side now…

Slowly taking over the slow breathing…

And then I breathe my last…

At peace… Now!

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In the Waiting Line

A step out of my reality,

A step into the void,

A step towards the right,

A step in the waiting line.

Looking at the stars above,

Counting the rings in my fingers,

Staring into the abyss,

Closing into the light.

Smiling to myself,

Taking over the wheels,

I slowly burn the cigarette,

Laying on my back, happy.

Believe in what I see,

Drawing circles in the air,

The night coming to a draw,

I fade away to another day.

In the waiting line,

Passing time, smiling away,

The cold breeze passing through,

Reality and the illusion, together.