Talking To The Night

Soapy Tears

Slam my face into a door.
I don't even know what for.
My life litter with faces I See in my sleep.
What you sow I will reap.

Cry a little bit.
Die a little bit.
Try a little bit.

Lost in the mist.
Am I on your list?

I scare those who surround me.
Don't they know I haven't found me?

The truest things I write.
Are always lost in the night.
Oh how I fear this fight.

Beautiful skin.
Such a deadly sin.
Under the sun,
I don't know who won.

Cold morning's.
Warm night's.
Such a lovely life.
Yet still a fight for my right, to show the ones i love, that I do love them.

Hot air.
Life is not fair.
Now more than ever,
You float like a feather,
In a beautiful world.
And you're so fucking special.

Screaming threw my tears.
Oh what a wonderful year.

Tell me dear,
Would you fight with me?
Even if I lost sight of me?
Together forever?
Or never ever?

It's your choice as much as it is mine.
But together we would be sublime.

I would send you flowers.
'Til my hands freeze over and bleed.

Golden eyes.
What goes on in your skies?
Flame hair.
So you do care?
Scares running along wrists.
Please resist.
You are worth the risk.
Don't bleed out.
I can't forget,
What you gave me,
Yet,
My journey is set.
Maybe I could give you a lift.
Such a shift.

Soapy Tears running down my face.
I will not leave you in pain.

My heart burns and yearns for you.
I will not let you slip.
Please don't rip yourself open.
Talk to me,
Let me try, please?

I lost myself.
I can't lose you.
If you go, we will know.
You are loved more than you think.
Believe me I know.
Sometimes the lie in Believe is the one we tell ourselves.

I will protect you.
And never forget you.
Always remembered.
Never regretted.

Photos piece together my memories.
I have no excuse.
But could you forgive me?
Or forget me.
Either one won't protect me,
From my mind,
Killing me inside.
It's not your fault.

No words flow from the mouth of the dead.
My head will rest among their's soon.
Don't worry I am not going to speed it up.
I might miss the fireworks.
So pretty and chaotic.

Yet their chaos is already planned out.

Plotted.

Controlled.

Even they aren't free.

How fucking stupid is that?

Light isn't Even free.

...

Wait.

There is a silence here.

Stop.

Listen.

What do you here?

The running humming of human life?

Or the silence that follows it?

Listen.

And you will learn so much more than any school can teach.

What can you hear?

Look up.

Look around you, so many things happening.

Horribly, wondrous things us humans are.

Watch for the silence.

What can I hear?

The fireworks.

I can't see them.

Not yet.

Follow the silence it has lessons to teach.