These are the nights
in which all that you said
becomes true
and all that you did
becomes justified

These are the nights
in which the lights in my mind
stay on
while the black of the night
***** the luminescence out of all else

These are the nights
in which the future
no longer exists
and the past
becomes all too tangible once again

These are the nights
in which my imagination
crucifies me time and time again
but the rising sun
brings no promise of salvation

forgive him father, for he
knows not what he is
much less what he does

These are the nights
in which he wishes
he didn't
in which he wishes
he wasn't