Good night muse Through open mouth comes Silent nothing you left behind Forced syllables bubbling to the surface Pointless use of precious tick-tocks And dictionary was left under the rain Soggy pages melted into a feeling state Comatose of pretence Your luggage full of stories and unbeknown to you morals Secretly precious artefacts Desposed regrets and cynical apologies Said as a joke to stretch the time away from Boredom I'll keep them under pillow where they belong Filling my dreams with dread of pointless ending Keeping me from fading into that good night (I love you Thomas, you old devil hope you're drunk and loved)
Good night muse I hope you wake one day with Sense of purpose Desire that you're know is real Shiver of urgency running Down your nerves Need desire passion To uncover the world At the bottom of your fall Into the mystery of another
Sometimes it all ***** and I hate it, but I'll stick around and see what happens