They just won't learn

 The pain of nightly deaths
has left my eyes bruised shut
afraid to look in case they can't see the way back
to school bells being the flight of wanderlust feet
who's hunger has grown alongside the shadows behind sleeping doors
every old friend asks too much in the end

coffins yawn and speak of weariness
and time has grown tired of slowing steps
every morning
sometime between cold kiss of the sun
and the smacked lips of a worn watches face
I see a grimace on a face like mine
every face turns bitter by the end
and I don't like the taste of that