we need you to be invalid counting and counting no care to harm only care to be held only someone who laughs at your feelings your voices I am the sun I am your days get over your sympathy just pale loosen your hold on the breeze you need demons slowly the trees feel your loneliness they too are leaving leaves chattering keep you down I can't free your pain your brittle spots we talk and talk longer talks I could visit sympathy you could share your head always looking for something awake fluttering in your stomach you are true you tell the birds the harsh harsh mountains freedom knows you only because of me those days you knew me writhe in me i face that calm hurt stop smiling when you know you should laugh it's been so long since you touched me you remember me you were the last to love me out on the veranda my blackness warmed you