fingers tinker on the boards
found objects on the floors
colors colors on your doors
in the pink i cant remember
chambers darker than one soul
running running out a door
pick me up and throw me down
the problem is my answer
prayers broken words of thoughts
the spider web whispers crawl
away i am so wounded
i create resistance by
demanding my compliance
in the pink i cant remember
all of my innocence
in the pink i cant remember
the shapes the songs the air
floating through in
Cadillacs
Yellow submarines and
Superman
in the pink i cant remember
voices ghosts and anamnesis
amongst the dying trees
of winters past
in the pink i cant remember
