line index October 12, 2011 Claudia Dawson I kissed you goodnight for the last time sorry there was not more on my heart I want to know how it feels to be eaten alive every night I stay up late I force the sky from blue to grey to maroon black like the darkest moon and armfuls of empty space and I forgave your sins birds were singing in the dark. Everything went wrong. I could only point to negatives in the kitchen sink is a glass and in the glass a sea its just one thing that you may like to know I could crush you