Halo of Flies

	Reality rose like the sun, and still I slept through it:
	"I can always witness it another morning…"
	The thoughts like these are cemented in procrastination
	Now this part of 'she' is liquid form somewhere on the floor
	As a self-defiant need for a cure
	Diagnosed to emerge and roam away
	From roads as thick as foam
	You wish to burn the candles that quietly service the arm
	Another day with the shades pulled down
	Until the swallow returns her to sleep
	A father knocks on the silent door
	While this part of 'she' has become an inferno shame
	Louder than we expect from such silent candles
	Not so secret anymore
	Now the eyes of my eyes have opened
	Now the eyes of my ears cling dear
	Never let the swallow return you back to sleep
	The smell of wounds have left you bug-bitten here
	And again I know reality shall rise tomorrow
	This time I hope to be awake
	For I cannot postpone another morning
	Never let the swallow return you to sleep

	Reality rose like the sun, and still I slept through it:
	" I can always witness it another morning"
	The thoughts like these are cemented in procrastination
	Now this part of ' she' is liquid form somewhere on the floor
	As a selfdefiant need for a cure
	Diagnosed to emerge and roam away
	From roads as thick as foam
	You wish to burn the candles that quietly service the arm
	Another day with the shades pulled down
	Until the swallow returns her to sleep
	A father knocks on the silent door
	While this part of ' she' has become an inferno shame
	Louder than we expect from such silent candles
	Not so secret anymore
	Now the eyes of my eyes have opened
	Now the eyes of my ears cling dear
	Never let the swallow return you back to sleep
	The smell of wounds have left you bugbitten here
	And again I know reality shall rise tomorrow
	This time I hope to be awake
	For I cannot postpone another morning
	Never let the swallow return you to sleep