3am Wanderings and Wonderings

End of day, soft pillow, warm quilt
Heater on high, empty room
Out-back courtyard, moon bright, stone hard
Goosebumps in post-midnight gloom

Eyes wide, can't sleep, struggling to unwind
Cold air, cold heart
Bare legs, smoke curls, once neat hair unfurls
Inside, fall apart

Orange light, stubbed out
Long night, no doubt

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I have no excuse, I was very depressed when I wrote this

I'm bleeding on the dance floor But the band keeps playing on And the dancers keep on twirling As their shoe soles turn crimson My blood type's AB positive And I'm positively sure I wish the only blood that's spilling Would be mine across this floor My eyes drift close, I'm failing The band's melody begins to waver And the dancers dance more slowly To this new melancholy flavour My lady beckons me closer My cheek rests on the sticky floor She's finally come to collect me And set me free from this life's chore Yet my hea...

Fragility

Do not press against these walls These structures made of ash And dust from all the little things that shattered, made of glass I have lived in many houses That have all been built the same I try to build them stronger Yet they all end up aflame This goes around in circles A torture without end Until I end up six feet down In death I need no friends

Mortality

A teardrop to a summer storm Or more a truck stop to a driver I do not know which one I was My hope is that I'll be neither A petal on a dying rose Or its bush's prickly thorns Either evergreen and unwanted Or finite despite who mourns It's hard to see what's pencil And what is written in ink I know that I'm indelible Or at least that's what I think To depart and leave behind Naught but a ghost of joy and pain I'll work until I'm deadly sure Something of me will remain

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