The Dirt

Nightfall releases wishes
Regrets sculpted from ashes
Have gotten mixed up with the dirt,
At least it's never getting worse

Bit more than what was needed
Whiplash then scratch then feed it
Every taste muddled by the dirt
But actions mean much more than words

My eyes glide to the ceiling
Guess I just miss the feeling:
Lay face down grinning in the dirt,
Replay lessons already learned

Disfigured are the passions
Choked up just like a poison
Whispered by faces in the dirt,
At least it's never getting worse.