Inebriate my brain while my lungs suffocate Choking on the smoke of a midnight cigarette.
The wells of Midnight’s sorrows dry The curling smoke unfurls into the sky. Amongst the stars floats an incredible reprieve Of which I cannot reach, so long, as I stay alive. Yet the true reprieve I seek lies not amongst the stars; But, in a bed, apart from mine unburdened by a heart of scars. Unbeknownst to the restful motion of writhing in Terror’s dream My heart sleeps rather soundly unraveling at the seams. The longing for protection, protection from Midnight’s touch Is a desperate cry for safety, not this damaging crutch. Bottles, pills and broken glass all have loved my skin In a broken circle of happiness it all begins again. Peace be for the broken, the dying and the damned I of which am none, and to life be so condemned. Condemned to suffer alone in the continual Midnight Forced to endure the ruthless pain Twilight alone incites.
Complete intoxication provides but a shaving of relief For all that is angelic is sustained by Midnight’s grief.
The Magical Mellophone · Mon May 16, 2011 @ 03:05am · 0 Comments |