comfort zone

alone is okay

when i’m

in a fog dreaming

with fish in the clouds,

scales grey

torn fins bleeding

red ink for the mist

to pen

pages of sin, and

alone is okay

when it

stains me within

but a light in a fog

makes my

timid bones snap,

fright my fish from the

clouds and

red ink draws a map, says

alone is despair

when you’re

in a fog screaming

with hands in the clouds,

skin burnt

sharp claws scheming

no ink for the mist

to pen

pages of light when

alone is okay

for a

soul without sight

but i’m lost in myself,

in my

fog, mist, ink, clouds

with my fish floating dead,

grey scales

fall on the crowd, say

alone is okay

when you’re

in a fog dreaming

despair on your hands and

the clouds

pale, deceiving

black ink for the mist

to spill

and betray, say

alone is okay,

alone is okay.