Disappear

Every day- a small and graceful death
So I'll be ready for that last breath
the truth is -it might do nothing at all
But I know one thing

When I stare at you too long, you
disappear
Isn't it nice?
we might not really be here

Every night- a toe in the water of awake
devouring vitamins of hope for my soul
Beaten heart - blind faith

faded black
Tilts gold
face melts off
Shadow

When I stare at you too long, you
disappear
Isn't it nice?
We might not really be here