The sunrise hasn’t spoken in quite some time,
And the world is dreary; snow-cold hearts
Beating on and beating down day by day.
There are cobwebs in the clockwork,
And there’s a difference in the shades,
The world has turned from black and white
To a constant gray.
Perhaps we were meant to meet on another day.
Where the world would have listened,
Instead of cursing us into the ground.
And where I didn’t have to cry into my pillow,
I could let the sound rebound.
Your heart beats like a hammer,
The nails into my hands.
Oh Jesus Christ, this hurts like hell,
Sandpaper on my supple soul.
I live for every drop of blood that curdles in the sky.
The clouds look like roses today.
I evaporate and condensate and rain down once again.
This mystery and sadness is all spinning in my head.
The time ticks on and I remain, a broken fence, alone.
The world can be an ugly place when your heart has no home.
My feet hurt from the gravel,
My eyes ache from the night,
And darling I am anxious,
For your next delightful bite.
This poem makes no sense, but neither do my thoughts.
Cold tile floor and sweaty sleep, nightmares and daydreams haunt me.
Your forehead kisses gone for good,
I’m just a little rain cloud lately,
Waiting to condensate,
And disappear.