All I seem to do anymore is
cry
      and sleep
                     and cry
                                  and think.
The thinking is horrible.

Worse than any salty tear
burning the cuts you left on my cheek
from your razor blade lips.
                                     ◇
All I seem to do anymore is
pass out
            and dream
                               and pass out
                                                    and scream.
The screaming is horrible.

Not because my vocal chords are straining to keep up with my upsurge of emotion
But because it sends a shudder through me  every time the illegible shouts start to sound like your name

Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
The leaves lie thick upon the way
Of memories.

Staying a little by the way
Of memories shall we depart.
Come, my beloved, where I may
Speak to your heart.

I sit here, alone with my thoughts,
trying to write as the sound of that
infernal colck rises and falls..
And rises again.
That infuriating tick-tick-tick
TOCK!
I visualize a different muse
each time I write, but when
I search for a muse...
TOCK...tick-tick-TOCK!
Back at square one,
trying to remember an idea
I almost had before that clock
scared my muse into hiding again...


Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson

Yeah, the fool who accepts blindness
It's tricky wandering through the darkness
With bare feet

That **** will get you hurt
You might bleed

But don't confide in me
I'm done being an outlet for you
And you, and you too

Do things on your own
You need independence
Not help

Oh yeah
Bandages are behind the mirror

I hate dreaming about you,
when I wake up my whole body aches
from being tricked into thinking
I was really touching you,
that you were really there
and you really did want me.
I don’t like waking up whenever
I dream about you because
when I turn over to the
other side of my bed
to that empty space
I’m just reminded that
you still aren't here with me
and I’m still lost without you.

so i'm sorry
for asking for more
and hoping
and praying
you felt the same
and hoping
and praying
the nights up meant
something
obviously
i
was
wrong