Occupied
Trailed by purpose
Prosaic tomes
We slipped away, invading the night
We passed all those
Thoughts that you stole
Described to me like they were your own
I know I will not ask too much
Just keep me occupied

Machines, tired and cold
Abandoned their posts
Hiding out as we approached
We walked
Until skies opened up
Screamed out a flawless song while we slept
I'll tell you I will not look so
Bored when you talk in your sleep

Planes crash
Houses explode
The cars on the road swerve, aim, and drive
Straight through our backs
Slowly we both awoke
Exhaling smoke
Brushed off the dust
Then we moved on
Strangers threw their
Distant and dark sinister stares
But they just bounced off
Reason caught us
And grabbed our throats
Dragged us around repeating this note
I made this up
You asked too much
Now we're preoccupied

Monday
We staggered home
Drunk and alone
Mesmerized by graffiti tags on the wall
Tuesday
When all was calm
We submerged our arms
And encased them in pillars of glass