i dont know my name. am i in the absence of sunlight for the fourth year of pioneering the great escape? deep blue space. the invisible man said wait for while. maybe then ,( )i can kiss you, in between the bars, i am asleep today i'll never know your face, maybe we fizzle and fade the same like a shooting star. bright and brilliant because it only lasts for an instant than vanishes beneath the still blue poison and pain. i waited for the alphabet to arrange itself into the letters that would make you smile, cause then today feels like it isnt a waste when i am taking a fall feeling sorry for myself like i always do, i cant look past the face on the wall staring back at empty space. it seems like a joke to me why hold close what can be replaced. walking down Washington to get downtown. needle in the hay. but there's a whispering man a floor above whos words get stuck between the timber and chalk, how am i supposed to sleep, forgetting my name. cause the blue fire and flame feels the same, when nothing and something collide into a suicide of darks and lights. i kept my door open but i dont like living without a lock