I. I wait for you in the dark. My thoughts creeping in the shadows waiting for the opportune time to pounce. 4:13am they attack. I don't know what their goal is or why they think they have any control over me. But without you to scare them away, my mind is nothing but helpless prey.
II. I hear the ocean waves clawing at the shore, begging for him to take her back. I see myself on many days seeking for release, and for the knowledge that I lack. Asking day after day, "How do I keep these demons away?"
III. Pandora's box held back the evils of the world. My blue box holds back the evils of your love. Pandora's box was opened leaving only Hope inside. Mine opens showing me where those evils reside. Now more like a gene trapped than Pandora's without a lock; I hold all these evils caged, but they still scream through the box.
IV. The girl with the candy cigarette picking the dandelions asked for a story most unique. I looked at her and told her the one about Apate, the god of fraud and deceit.
V. The bird away from the flock begs to be back with its family. A genius begs to be normal. "Get me another beer." Over and over again I beg. "Another round." "Just one more." "Get me another beer."
VI. My house is full of many things, but my home is all but empty.
VII. I look through pictures that once asked to be printed. Now I ask them to be deleted, but no matter how hard I beg I simply cannot let myself do it.
VIII. I climbed to the roof of Africa and stared the stars in their eyes. I asked of love and got silence returned. Of life and got nothing learned. Of pain and got no relief. Of you and got nothing but grief.
IX. The fan dries my throat over night the same way you did the love of my life.
X. Would your eyes glimmer and weaken if I uttered the word cancer; If I told you the very reason was the cigarette you once lit when you told me I wasn't what you believe in.
XI. The spark lights up this darkened place. Instant, and quickly gone. The thunder booms from miles away. Lost, but still living alone. Rain trickles on window panes. A storm long gone, but still calling my name.
XII. Rejoice. Rejoice. Rejoice. I think to our time together. Relive. Re-lust. Revive. I wish for a better story, a better memory for me to treasure.
XIII. Exhausted from the night but the morning brings no light. When I think of you, I'm lost. Memories flood the road bringing the ground underneath with it. Exhausted from the day but the night wont take it away.