Part time lover,
You never seem to leave.
Our time ends when the moon sets
And tangled bodies creep from strangers' beds.

We are not meant for daylight.
Our playful back and forth is only meant for dark lit clubs,
Dark alley ways, and beds that give us an idea,
A hint of something that once was there.

When whiskey burns and smoke lingers in her hair,
Seeping in to every corner of you that you'd keep hidden.
Every tainted crack is crept in to,
Inhabited by your darkest desires and regrets.

We are not meant for daylight.
We are shadows of the lovers we knew and want to be,
A whisper of what once was cherished and was let slip away.

Do not follow me in to the dawn.
I do not wish to meet you there anymore.
You now only cast my ugliest parts,
Housing every word and action I wish not to see.

Stay in the dark,
And do not follow me.

Blood smoke bones and teeth
Footsteps hitting the pavement
Throbbing muscles throbbing hands
Rage
Hit it again and again and again
Strangled screams kept in your throat

Disgust
Head spinning and no direction
No destination, just lost
Turning and looking for a release
Throw yourself deeper into it
Go as deep as you can, drown it out
Leave no trail, let no one find you
Focus now on shutting down

Blank
Not painless, just empty
Numb to the feeling and black from the sight
Anger still seething from the skin
Let it evaporate
Let the heat run out until you're cold
Until nothing and no one matters
Until that deep hole is all that's around you
Finally turned off
Faceless stare
Walking through walls and nothing touches

All that's left, is nothing.