Udder Dust - Cloud Rat

Sometimes I think of how hardly alive you are at all

Dodging bullets.

Dodging raindrops

December’s here, and this rattling can

Of a group «home» (we call a home) can’t stay warm

There are no colors.

The world feels dusty

The thoughts that swim in & out make a traitor out of me

Suspend myself from the ceiling and watch us all live

I break and slip porcelain plates

Abandoned.

Restrained.

Clinking chain

Move to the same motions.

I stare back at the clock

How do I convince you I’m living?

Creeping smile, dry lips close

I entertain thoughts that lull my mind

Just sitting here in my head (free reign for my brain)

This place is the fly that won’t stop following me