composed while listening to iron&wine, waiting to fall asleep

by Arran James

i could fall asleep deep inside this
the body is willing
but the mind is a machine
this is all extremely variable
some days I’m the monster
others the child afraid to be left in the dark

perhaps i could drown in this
it certainly feels that way
and the barriers are all too soft
to cope

the place i am right now
in little bits
and pieces
– a child’s forgotten toys

how can i be more transparent?
eradicate this. sometimes its all just too much
this fucking emotion, this fucking affectivity

negligence, dancing stars and opiates
they always knew i was the weak one
and plunged and soared