Add me if you like. There's an owl watching me sleep. I can hear him weep, In the crevices of my empty mind. He sits there alone at night., Locking feathers, twigs, and images of the unseen. Weaving them into my dreams. He's thrown up on me. Heart-Shaped Pellets on my jeans. Rearranging the skeletons to find. A pile of white bones, A place I used to call home. Where are they now, Who are they now? I can vaguely see Them dancing to Limbic themes.