Mothlike
Amalie Brunn
The night falls
I watch you sleep
The dust from the ceiling falls
And my hands are warm
The mothlike creatures
I wish I had their wings
In the dead of night
I feel
I can't close my eyes
It's clear
If I stay awake
He will stay alive
Like a rattlesnake
Sound is my bite
Faith is what you make of it
I thought I told you not to step outside
You stay in line
Your freedom is how you pay for it
Just cover your face and stay in line
