Spoiler
This was straight out of my gut. I'm sure a lot of writers feel like this sometimes. You may see a trace of my past in this.
I feel contrived and slighted by mankind,
Shut me down- I’m no longer here and now,
Feel my arms; touch this chest of disturbed remorse,
My thoughts are naught- these things slide through emptiness
Crash for me,
I will not wait for you,
Die with me,
This past cannot redo
What’s life’s conclude?
Then you say, “Day.”
But my night’s recluse,
Is here to stay
Auburn-haired, flesh under my skin,
Don’t you hear?
My heart’s yearned for this:
One more song, just with you
Because forever’s gone away,
There’s just now, dear girl,
“From here on out,” you say,
“Introverts sing and die and toil.”
Hotel rooms, carpets scratching feet,
Gunshots ring, and then ears zing,
Music plays- just vibrations!
“Come here, to me- just come.”
But then you fade away,
And, “God!”- I’m left alone,
“What’s this,” you say,
“The Devil’s got your pay?”
And now I sit down,
“Savior, come.”
Silence bends the nightly rays,
And then there’s darkness again, until Today
Because Today is not my own,
On the ‘morrow, I will die,
Content, ‘cuz here I lie,
With you now- to reap what I have sown
