This morning...
I looked to your closed eyes pleadingly.
I listened to your heart beat desperately.
I analyzed your body thoroughly.

Are you just a dream?
Or are you the one that has decided to stay?

Your eyes flutter open slowly.
Your lips kiss me meaningfully.
Your hands caress me gently.

Every morning you are reality.
Every morning, you relieve my mourning.

I have tried it all
To get the monsters in my soul
Smoking them out
Drowning them in alcohol
Poisoning them with pills
Putting them to sleep with green happiness
Bleeding them out
And yet every night they whisper
I am here
I will always be here
As long as you are here

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

The ghosts of my past,
they haunt me.
Like the thousands of voices in my head,
they cry and wail in agony.

Sometimes I falter,
under the pressure of living,
all I'm doing is giving,
every last bit of me I have to give.

I don't want to die,
but I kind of do, I guess.
It's kind of hard to tell,
when your mind's a mess.

Nightmares consume the night,
insomnia prevails.
I feel weak,
no wind in the sails.

Now I sit here,
silently,
mindlessly,
and wait for you.

This could take forever,
but I've already had to wait that long before,
so it shouldn't be that hard,
to wait that long once more.