Creatures - Wild Year

it’s not a glamour profession

it’s a tiny surrender

always ready for action

a counterfeit pleasure

reaching out

starting to doubt

these eyes keep scheming of

these yes keep missing love

fear poured from where i stood

filled with what i could

reaching out

starting to doubt

the reasons why

is it better without them

keeps me inside

is this how it works

all but invisible

all invisible

head on the floor

let it slide in

tiny increments

and i’ll try reaching out