Looking for things I cant find.

I’m looking  for  things I can’t find
In places I don’t want to be
I keep wandering in these little circles
Where I find my mothers
Sweet nurture
And sweet supple of insanity

I’m looking so tired as of late
Tawny from the tug and pull of fate
And sad and unabated mistakes
That drive me to suicide
And lure me to placate

Whites scream at me
Over these tones of depressant grey
Eyes that surely must be piercing
Protrude out of me
Itchy with the tickle of a timeless decay


So lead me now and then
To where there’s grass and sleep
Lead me to this place
Along that creeping grated edge
And let the vines tangle through
Let me dream sweetly of the wrath
Of all that dredges in the night