Thanks to you I can hear what I think,
And thanks to that my sanity bleeds.
So because of my thoughts I'll have to drink
To wash away all of my bad deeds.
I can't take my depressing thoughts,
The darkness takes me in and tells me what I'm not;
It's the light that screams forget me not,
I guess I'm not who I thought.
The lack of sight is from the lack of light,
The voices in my head thrive at that time.
I’ve never been a fan of the night,
Or a fan of this stupid, every other line rhyme.
The cause of my mind’s insanity,
Is the darkness in which I live and breathe
It’s slowly killing me,
And causing me to lose my sleep
With no hope to carry on;
But along with my sleep, in the endless night I weep;
There's no where I can find to belong.
I find peace within my misery;
The darkness will always take over,
It will take all of my sanity, every part of me,
But it's the light that keeps me mentally sober;
There is hope, because the darkness always comes to an end,
And the black of the night will give me up.
The light I will depend,
The darkness it will disrupt .
The light reminds me of who I am.
It's the dark that I will always fight,
Until the night swallows me whole again,
I’ll have to depend on the light.

The moon shines
Upon my skin.
Kisses my soul triggering
Memories we had;
Talking until the sun kisses the moon
Until haggard is our middle names
In the morning.
Now I wish we can still
Put haggard in our names
For now I'm only consumed
By the whorling memories
Frozen in time plummeting my heart.

Wretched
Gangly and torn from the lonely nights in his room
He is not safe
He is not home

I imagined myself leaving
someday.  Trading
plains for seas, exchanging
something loved for something
unknown.

And maybe it's the fear
of quietly whispering
goodbye that unsettles me.
Maybe it's the inevitable
end of familiarity,
like the sun's western descent
after a day that should not
end.
And when it does,
we all pack our bags
and say farewell.

Eventually,
I will trace new roadmaps on the
back of my hands;
I will find the familiar
creaks in the floorboards.

And when the sun sets,
someone will leave a light on
for me.

Frigid elegance skimmed the
surface of an ethereal existence
where every breath was as unique
in its expiring form from
               vapour
                           to
                             concentrated
embodiment of glacial shimmering elegance.
Her hair settled like a light flurry on her shoulders,
glistening beads woven of unique forms covered
her silhouette and I froze in her presence of beauty.