Colorful and faultless souls, deprived of screaming out a name,
Limited in a box that controls ourselves,
Holding tight to an only thing that keeps us sane

Blinded and innocent,
Dreaming and weeping
We fight through our madness
Hoping not to deal with our pain

Burning and aching,
Drowning and breaking
We speak to the silence as it slowly consumes us,
Fading and remaining all the same,
Day after day

We watch the struggle and kiss away our wounds
Embracing the killer thing that makes us okay

Inundating,
Maybe with our tears or maybe with the rain...
Numbing our weakest and darkest parts,
The ones that keeps blasting our madness toward the stars but ****** to fail
Day after day.

I love you,
But I hope with
every force
of my lonely being,
I hope with every force
of my muscles and heart
who still crave their home
everyday,
and i hope with every inch
of my fragile skin
which used to linger
beneath the tip of
your thirsty lips
not too long ago...

I hope that when you hear my name,
your insides burn
With the thought of me,
With the unbearable feeling
of missing me...
I hope it burns you
tracing with pain and repentance
the void that you created
in yourself
the day you left me.

Why can I only seem to create poetry at night?
Does the darkness inspire me more than the light?
The one that never fails to bright and warm up our lives...
Why did I still seem to love you euphorically
After your floating words that hurt me like knives?
Ones so sharp they blinded me and kept me from seeing all your lies

But now I seem to be understanding...
You were the darkness in my life that inspired me,
You were the darkness that got me writing
Using words so honest, they make me feel alive,
You are the memories that still get my heart going,
And despite the total lack of light and the pain you left in me
You are the only one who still has me on my feet, firmly and standing.

And as long as you linger in my heart, deep and close to my soul, I will be writing at night
Today and forever as I might...