i'll have dinner at six,

with a bottle at nine,

but my soul only swells at midnight,

naught could keep it from happening.

my mouth is a fire

as i stumble through four doors

never knowing which one us would

seaside apple slices,

open oceanside,

beside myself interior,

in tears upon an infinite reef.

to endlessly crawl,

into bed while unmade.

to forgo love,

while i hold on to me,

like a drink.

to breathe indefinitely,

without one to care.

ahold of delusion,

the ghosts stand  right there.

to seek help,

in a soul that just can't,

to believe every word,

of the way that i am.

o', to be unloved,

by those who no longer sing.

to untangle heart's mess,

when love's voice doesn't ring.

to set sail in a storm,

to be drowned every day,

to wake up in puddle,

just to do it again.

to know i'd be ashamed,

to melt all memory to sand.

to justify all action,

to your face in the mirror,

if I could say that i loved you,

if i had said that i cared,

carry me the comfort of tomorrow,

until you bring the dawn,

love me in my darkest hour,

unlike the love i've lost.

i'll be merry when you're merry,

then i'll miss you when it's gone,

i know nothing of forever,

but i know how much it cost.

O', if i could spare you the beak,

the constant calls, you to me,

a bird swallow, i shall be,

my soul furthest from free.