Granite face
Heart of stone

No tremble
Through my bones

Stoic eyes
Silent tongue

An image of a ghost
Unflinching

I’m good at hiding
The way I am feeling

I feel nothing tonight
As the clock ticks its seconds away
From the time when I should’ve been in bed
Hours ago
And the piano chords strike a note that used
To resonate deep in my bones
But my bones are hollow and hardened tonight
A surface fleeting of empathy
That sours the air around me and I sit
Unfazed
Waiting for a new ballad to dig up old haunts
To shed today’s skin and all the violence that raged contained
Like scriptures weaved through my nerves
Coaxing a rapture
As blood boiled in veins eager to rupture
Once again my head should be resting
Comfortably or as comfortable as I can be
On a pillow but still the early morning hours
And the long waking day dredge me from my slumber
Tonight I feel nothing but the wrath
Of someone parking their broke down van
Where my truck should be parked
When my eyes should be closed
And my head resting
Comfortably
Or as comfortable as I can be
On a pillow
Waiting for tomorrow’s alarm to go off.

I want to scream out
But these private moments
Are not my own
To voice
I place faith in an emptiness
Feeding the hollow in my chest

   Waiting out these tribulations
   To cast my shadow
   A new generation

So I hide until I die inside
A little time is all it takes
To break these wounds

Condemn me
For wanting
To taste the temptation
Of a lifetime achieved
With fists clenched towards an abyss
I bury my knees to the ground

   Waiting out these tribulations
   To cast my shadow
   A new generation

So I hide until I die inside
A little time is all it takes
To break these wounds

   I place faith in my emptiness
   With fists clenched towards an abyss
   I bury my knees into my chest
   And sever this hollow ground

So I hide until I die inside
A new generation
My shadow cast aside

Another late night in a row of late nights
I hunger for slumber but my mind keeps tracing
The curves of your body like a memory
I ache only to forget all the sorrow
Begged from the last conversation
That only took place in our imagination
The pain always felt so real
When you whispered good bye
Every time you said it would be the last time
I could clutch my breath close to my chest
And feign interest in hearing your voice
Promise excuses that proved excruciating
To the extent that I could no longer breathe...

...I’m just going to close my eyes
To what reminds me...

...Of all the past and future
To what haunts me...

Something to remind you...

Sleep.

She lies next to me
In a twisted embrace
Slumbering eternally

Soaked bedsheets
Cling to every curve
Of her disfigured cadaver

I recall the purpose
In her last whisper
Was a pleading

To her love forever

Etched into a sordid memory
That scars the withering
Of my heart