It's past midnight now
So I know you should have gone home
But you wait
To reside by the beach
In my thoughts
You've crossed over yellow-lit streets
I've only just slipped past the gate
My phone held tightly in my grasp
You never call
My aunt and uncle
Leave the front door unlocked
I walk towards the guest bedroom
Past the great hall
The dimly lit artifacts
To stand there
Perceiving this bedroom
Seemingly in all white
Awaiting your call
Waiting for you
Staying awake that much longer
Feeling drowsy to your image
Please
Say you've found your peace in this day

And took her I did
She resisted
But I win
When passion stands next to us
Can we say we were together
Until the end?

Breathless
You too could see
That this heart isn't your playground
Even though you promised
Are you safe?
Are you loved?
Your environment
Has taken care of you
And you speak
You speak only as you know how
Surrounded in the amphitheater
Amongst the friends and foes
I am not there
But I'm on my way
To your corroded memory
The gutted consciousness that is your mind
Night after night of questions
Left me unable to answer your repose
Tranquility
A source foreign and fragile to me
Never made voltaic by the moonlight

God, and how could you?
Or how could I?
Be the greatest?
With my mother, far away
My father dead
My wife distant
My children, unknowing
Without a penny to **** on
And without a place to call home
The inevitable falling and tearing of my very hope
I'm the world's saddest poet, and I'll tell you why
Without a single trace
Recognizable to anyone
I have brought forth my own demons
To walk with me
They told me
Never
To leave you
Alone

Shoved back
By this thin black veil
Held neatly
By Hades thin fingers
No longer guided by angels
Soft
And sad
The look I give
Can smash their dreams
This eradicating wormhole
These words are yours to sing
As you enter heaven
I feel bitter
Caught between two points
Sharing these embers
For better use
And once more
So at ease
Tired
Angry
Melted away
By your digitized wisdom

Smother my creation
My furious space
Lock the door
Force this tangible restlessness
And mortal wound
Upon me
Rise against my every word
Dressing my cares with every delicacy
Beat my heart
Without a pause or glance
Because for no
I will resist
But know
That this could be construed as love

Paralyzed
To break the sound of your arrival
The stars mock him
Leaving him
Defeated
Ashamed
Never knowing
Where she might be
Oh, he could say
She's on the porch
Whilst staring through cloudy lenses
On the roof
Leaning against the tiles
For the embrace
Never felt by any lover
Or on the road
Making sure
The reason she's leaving
Are different
Than the ones
Used to say she will stay
That perpetuated imbalance
Could surely be her demise
Deep black
Brilliant
She awakens
To shower
To start the day