Peeking through eyelids crusted shut
From the venom we sprayed before bed
I awake, I’m distressed, though I wish I was dead, beyond the doors lay a demon, her sundress in red, and the flames we abandoned for rest.
Burning embers line the floor, ashes asking for something pure, something more, than you wanted before, a riddle for every promise you ever forgot you made, and to answer, you have yourself, but I don’t know how to communicate.
I feel that I’m alive, and that invokes my questioning mind, but I feel that you feel and that reminds me to stay quiet sometimes, and what I feel scares me most nights, but it reminds me that we’re alive.
Through shadows we step, faith, a skipping stone for trust, giving our eyes time to adjust, for lust, bears the reigns, and all the pain, the rain couldn’t wash it all away, it’s unjust, we couldn’t have found ourselves, just, one more day.
To grow out of the idea, that flaws require make up, our broken shattered selfs, restricted thoughts, they can erupt, into bitter better belts, that help to hold that grin up, the times they go well, when I avoid my own hell.
Empty questioning of the unknown, entertain the thoughts you can’t show, but what about the ones that hit home, didn’t tell them, what would they know. We all have a story we want to share, but would never try if you didn’t care, can’t tell it if you’re not there, I’m here, you’re there, let’s meet somewhere.
To the lady in red you scared me so, I had planted seeds I couldn’t sow, lay all alone, my thoughts a drone, for you I pined, and to you I atone, but I must continue, on my own.