Maybe it was the way the wind whispered its promise of cold,
Or the gaze of the moonlight that was to unfold,
I wasn't at all certain of what this night would bring,
Whether i would lose track of what has long been missing.
Definitely not in the way that the stars were indefinite,
Although the crickets were engrossed with the battle of wit.
As I wonder what is to come of the night so young,
I heard the ascending roar of what would find me wrong.

Fishes in the sea,
They said i'd find one for me.
But fishes in the sea,
No, they're not for me.
I could smell their stench,
Sitting on the tallest bench,
Fishes reek,
Therefore, not what i seek.
I am no fish, i swim differently,
They would always appear seemingly.
I am no fool for no fish,
Better things are what I wish.
I am not just a fish in an ocean,
No one but I could feel my motion.

You're my only mate indeed,
When nowhere's where I lead.
You are where I seem to run,
When I'm very far from the sun.
Your light is what I seem to grasp,
Excruciating death, I dearly clasp.
When you're the only thing that's left,
Inside, you always leave a cleft.
But what can I do tonight,
You're all I think is right.
My only mate would ****** me,
I doubt you'd take me slowly.
I'd run to you when I feel lost,
I doubt you come with no cost.
Whatever it is, I'd hold you close still,
Soon enough, you'd go for the ****.

At the peak of midnyt,
I have caught sight
Of a surrounding fellow
With words he would bellow,
What a perfect nyt to make shallow,
To dive deep, not wallow.
Is there any other way, I ask,
Without these, no more mask.
I beg to differ is what i would utter,
Not you ever, nothing, i will mutter.
What a night of the forge,
Not I, you can scourge.
My peak of madness is what you seek
Before midnyt, I am meek.

1.8.

Untie me now until you still can,
Release me from your arms like every other men.
You see, not I, not me, i can never be,
Ask my every mate, they would eventually agree.
Detach, let go, no one would know,
Let yourself be and I will just again, flow.
Your needs, i could ever not meet,
It's others at once you should greet.

If i could
i would sketch my intentions on a piece of string,
I would gently pull and pull until i run out of  fabric.
And that's how i could,
If i could,
I would write my thoughts on a dark wooden floor,
I would continue on to every corner until i run out of colour.
This, i never would,
But if i could,
I would ask you to take my brains out and write yours,
I'd rather you use a needle until I am nothing but a corpse.

I step on stage
Take out my book,
Would one ever listen?
To my newer outlook.
I grab the microphone,
Scan the crowd,
Would the group in front even listen?
Imagine myself in a shroud.
I start my first phrase,
My temples start to sweat,
Would you ever listen?
I'd never reach the next set.
I step back.
You know what i'd do too well
Would i even listen?
To myself, i wont even sell.