• palefish 23w

    Pale fish

    The sheets above me cool my skin,
    like dirt on a mad mans grave,
    I rise into the moonlight white
    and watch the mirror stare,
    Pale fish looks back at me
    Pale fish that will never swim,
    But dirt waits for no man
    and coins will buy no time,
    I hear the chatter of the bugs.
    It’s they alone will feast.