I am Siberia
You are the sun

I am the musty smell
Lingering in your favorite

Book. I am the
Missing pages you want

To read, but are
Nowhere to be found

I am road work delay just
Before you reach the open

Road. I am a dream you
You want to remember for the

Rest of your life, and forget
As soon as you open your

Eyes. I am the empty
Gun chamber suicide attempt

You are Hitler, i am
The Jewess you could

Not love. I am your
Art rejected, but art nonetheless

The phone call you’ve
been waiting for all night

The phone call that finally
Comes in a drop zone

Your favorite song
Fading into static

Last call when you really
Don’t want the night to end

I am your last call










#copyrighted 2009

I am Siberia
You are the sun

I am the musty smell
Lingering in your favorite

Book. I am the
Missing pages you want

To read, but are
Nowhere to be found

I am road work delay just
Before you reach the open

Road. I am a dream you
You want to remember for the

Rest of your life, and forget
As soon as you open your

Eyes. I am the empty
Gun chamber suicide attempt

You are Hitler, i am
The Jewess you could

Not love. I am your
Art rejected, but art nonetheless

The phone call you’ve
been waiting for all night

The phone call that finally
Comes in a drop zone

Your favorite song
Fading into static

Last call when you really
Don’t want the night to end

I am your last call










#copyrighted 2009