Writing eludes me
As I search for the words
To fall upon this paper
But instead I am confronted
With past repeating beats of my pen
Singing along with the melody of sorrow

Extinguishing my pain
Into the forever of my notebook
Trying to ****  the details of my lovers
Only they stay lit,
Burning among my past
With the pages of my future
As my torch is to my felt-tip
As my oxygen is to my lust
Lighting up those well too known letters

Living in elapsed desires
They cannot elope my words
They surround my every thought
They cloud my every walk
For it is my murders
That drive this ink
Right through my chest
Making me mad
For the affliction I crave
And the people that
I'll take with me
Stored in these scratches
To that lonely grave