Night.
Refusing to sleep
dreading the veil
time an illusion
as slumber doth hail.
his dreary eyes
carry heartfelt tears
for a love found and lost
affirming his fears
ringing the bell
the buzz of a phone
confirming his feelings
of being alone.
Words on a screen
nothing more nothing less
tosses the phone
down under his desk.
the world sleeps in peace
as his head is a storm
chaos and psychosis
taking it's form.
just resting his eyes
on the pillow he lay
as the first rays of sun
begin the new day
in moments it's sunlight
in the prison of so calm
but in the veil she awaits
with an outstretched palm
Incense and warmth
silk and lace curtain
his one true desire
he can barely contain
The emotions he hates them
as they poison his mind
but he's weaker than he thinks
as he soon will fine.
on a bed made of pillows
with kalidescope eyes
is his queen,one and only
seductively she Lies.
'I love you,my phoenix'
she whispers with lust
'and I you my feline'
as if it were just
he knows soon she'll be gone
as the slumber will end
and his day long torture
will begin again
whether heaven or hell
it will never be told
all that matters to him
is he has her to hold.
Lips on lips
skin on skin
as they're games of desire
hotly begin.
But before he can start
it ends far to brief
as his heaven is shattered
by the dreaded dream thief.
The phone rings
he grabs it off the base
the telemarketer speaks
to the wall he does fling.
as it shatters and falls
he's shown his own heart
as it hits the ground
thent he tears do start.
Shaking his head
he pulls himself to his feet
he's long over tired
exausted and beat
but he'll brave the world again
he has to you see
for it's not a lazy slouch
but a hero he must be.
'defeat the memory'
he repeats to himself
as he puts another bottle
up on the shelf
'but you know better'
over the scratchings of emery
as his muse soon speaks up
'she's more than a memory'
He sighs and sets down
his cleaning forgot
and closes his eyes
though sleep he does not.
turning sadness to hate
he balls up his fist
and tries bring pain
that is worse than this
smashing his jaw
breaking a rib
telling a lie
covering a fib.
not physical but mental
the pain won't subside
but he knows words will hurt him
especially wanting to die.
going numb he moves on
only for a few hours
calming anger and hate
with a soothing hot shower.
boiling water on skin
reddening flesh
he smiles and relaxes
feeling refreshed.
dressing he sits
at the computer with glee
as he waits once again
for the daylight to flee.
((Wanted to capture my current battle with heartbreak...should portray it.))
 Loki Leonheart · Wed Mar 17, 2010 @ 07:59am · 0 Comments |
