Lights wax and wane in my peripheral vision
Their lunar glow reflecting on my naked skin
So with my open arms, our kisses flow tensely
But alas I don’t know how to truly let you in

I am but an injured soul, living in a dim lit broken home;
A cracked shell of gilded gold, a modern Ancient Rome.
What fight left have I, against the torrential tepid tide?
An ocean of fake sympathy, and false inflated pride?
Sweet nothings beckon me, with a void of rest and respite;
Whilst ****** fecund fingers fumble, heart clenched tight.
And when the cold rain pours itself a glass,
I'll count the hours as they pass;
Upon yet another lingering lonely night.

Sometimes I think I am the flaming star,
scorching any Icarus that flies too close;
I’ve wished I were dead on many occasions,
so that I may finally feel their hands on mine.
Quench my flames that bring me life,
drown me in my weighted sorrow;
So that you may kiss my cratered surface,
and freeze with me ‘til the ends of time.

I’m enjoying the day as it lives, and it breathes,
And I’ll enjoy the night as it whispers in sleep.
Let the air fill my lungs as I dance, and I laugh,
Let the sun hug my skin as I hug the grass.
As cool dark descends, and silence blows in,
My laughter will fade to a thin twilight grin.
Whether sunrise or sunset, serenity
My very own scarlet reverie

She’s not good for you, I cry;
Or rather my brains do, not I.
These feelings are a facade inside;
And yet my silver tongue, it hides
In the bed of lies it made,
In the bed of lust I crave,
In the bed I lie, amazed,
At how my heart beats, and pushes
Against the wall of constraint, it rushes
Against my own spirit, it crushes;
But she’s no good for you, I say
“Alone” for yet another day.