I remember singing song lyrics in the back of my Mustang.
Your blue eyes glistened in the moonlight as we both sang.
It was something like an old Elvis Presley love song.
Laughter and love swarming the air as we drove along.

I parked the car on the edge of a cliff.
I leaned in and gave your perfume a sniff.
A floral, seductive scent.
The time driving was well spent.

She opened her thighs.
It was quite a surprise.
But I smiled gently and let myself inside.
Her moans echoing through the night.
My, my, it was quite the sight.

She clung to me, whispering sweet nothings.
This was the only night I could give her some loving.

Because when I wake up, I know she won't be there.
I'll curl up and cry, wallowing in despair.

So, please, my darling, give me this one night.
I'll cover your neck, with rose-coloured love-bites.
Taking your shirt with me.
So when I smell it, I'll be filled with glee.

Please, let me love you.
You were always more than just someone to *****.
Although, I know this is a one-night-stand.
Falling in love wasn't something I'd planned.

So let me kiss you, and touch you tonight.
Our lips connecting under a sparkling twilight.
Your smooth hands, all over my skin.
I honestly don't care where else they've been.

By morning you'll be gone.
And without you, I'll have to live on.

Every day I wake, will be a hellish nightmare.
Because everything is Hell when you're not there.

Looking at the sky, I'll remember your eyes.
Don't worry, I'll die, so you'll never have to cry.

My life is meaningless without you near.
So please, just tonight, let me love you, my dear.

Static screens, calling my name.
Disfigured frames of my bedroom.
Morphed audio, taunting me.
Red velvet, soft sheets.

Downing more medicine.
It helps with the voices.
The screens still shake.
Audio still plays.

Secret messages, binary within screens.
Static, glitching televisions.
Unsettling 70s chimes.
Warm water, overflowing bath.

Downing more medicine.
It helps with the voices.
Messages swarming in my mind.
Songs stuck in my head.

Human eyes, staring at me through screens.
Human lips, moving at me through screens.
They're talking, I can hear them.
Their voice is glitched and edited.

Downing more medicine.
It helps with the voices.
I can't hear anything anymore.
I can't see.

                                                           ­  I can't breathe.

Where do babies come from?
Do they come from the bright blue sky up above?
Up where the doves sing and shout?

Do they come from a bright world full of hope?
Do they come from angels in love?
Saints blessing the world?

They come from tobacco-ridden men,
They come from girls who want to grow up too fast,
They come from demons in lust,
They come from broken homes.

They come from broke dads in debt,
They come from girls who beg to be left alone,
They come from pleading, screaming,
They're an accident, from centuries ago.

But in this day and age, aren't we all birthing addicts?

A black and white world.
Devoid of colour, devoid of feeling.
No sound.
Only silence.

Then I met you and my heart beat fast.
I couldn't breathe without you near.
I wonder why.

The dreary skies suddenly turned blue.
The wind blew stronger than ever.
The birds began to sing.

I could hear music pound from my heart, whenever you came close.
The streets full of chatter, full of life.
Colourful clothes.
A radiant display.

When I touch you, my world's on fire.
I feel content and burst into tears.
Your lips on mine make my heart sing.
I love your warmth.

Holding your hand, I cry.
Crystal blue tears seep into your skin.
I wonder why.

Your hand limps.
The world is black and white.

The sky is bright blue.
Mesmerising.

The air is fresh and clean.
Beautiful.

This could all be a dream, but, it seems it's not.
As his nightmares have become his dreams.

Though, the pleasant picture fades to black, never to be seen again.

Cold, moist wind, blowing in all directions.
Horrible.

Blackness stained under fingernails.
Putrid.

He battered his tiny fist to feel something.
Just to feel something.
His stomach painted violet.

The bathtub filled to the brim with lukewarm water.
His fingers prune immediately.
His tears like rain in the tub.

Sinking his head down, wishing to be reborn.
A glass child, breaking at the seams.

Beneath murky, bloodied water, it beats.
The lonesome heart of a saint.
With every beat, the still water ripples.
Agonising.

Lips like cherry wine.
Porcelain, icy, skin.

Will you remember the taste of my lips?
Will you remember my hands when he touches you?

Will he caress you the way that I did?
Will he care for you more than I did?

I breathe beneath the ***** water.
Heartbeats slowing down, almost inaudible.
When suddenly, the beating stops.
The water stops.

My fingers prune and my chest throbs.
It's cold.

Soft music, echoing from a phonograph.
The distant smell of tobacco and white wine.
Comforting, yet, unsettling.

Smoke fills the room, blurring visions.
It's warm, feels safe.

Raindrops can be heard hitting the pavement outside.

Is this a dream?
Am I dead?

I can feel myself float above lukewarm water.
Drifting away, my skin cold against the air.

My head is light and empty.
It feels nice.

Better than being awake.
This dream world is a safe haven.

Who would want to be confined to a dark reality?
When you can get everything you want,
                                                                just by closing your eyes?