Waiting For The Second Hand

When there lies
Like a moon I have a face
Smiling beyond the shadows of a wake
It's like a dark friend
With fangs, with broken dreams
Without A friend, I am

And when I see your wrinkles
Showing your life, it's like
A stream
I'm sad, to see you go
Because I've grown accustomed to your leaves
Accustomed to your pillow
As you lie too, like me
With broken things

You suffocate me with the past
You took my dreams and made a quilt in which you've burned
And now you want to take it and cover me with it?

You lie, sweet in my stomach too
Like an aroma in my nose
Like an untuned song
I too lie
And why not? Why is it that I have
Sad answers to you? Or questions too.

I was lost last night
And I walked after the wake
I walked and it took me four times as long
I was raped by a pack of wolves
I did feel it deep
It didn't hurt so much
But I wanted to lie
I wanted to stay on the grass and maybe wanted you to come too
And I saw those two lovers kiss
And I felt that maybe they are liars too
Like me
Like I want to be, lying with you.

I will be alone in the desert of my thoughts
In the shadows of my eyes
I see you too
Waiting like he said
'For the second hand'
For my hand perhaps.