Moons rays
Ripple on your
Face.

Amplifying
Your sweat
Grace.

The mist,
From the midnight
Rain.

Showing me
You have everything
To gain.

But the
Twinkle behind
Your eyes.

Screaming for
Me to catch
Your lies.

Song of hope
Old frayed rope
Blade of pain
With rusty gain
Light of dark
Death filled park
Tear tonight
My final fight
Stone with name
My only fame
Bed of wood
There was no good
Deep under ground
No more sound
My soul forever lost
But I paid the cost

Talons on neck
Gun on mind
Rope my friend
Lifes not kind

Pills now seeded
Alcohol heavy rain
Words are lost
I feel no pain

Bed of glass
Clothes of heat
Hand on knife
Once more repeat

Pen to paper
Thoughts now ink
Smile now fayded
I no longer think