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Printed

It was the same old dark
Boarding a bus to nowhere
Starlit eyes stared outside
Mute with unanswered questions
The night refused counsel
While we traveled wasted miles
A despair nurtured in my gut
That could not rise to a whimper
All pretence left behind
I sank into my seat
Layers of old sweat
Imprinted with stories
Of those before me
Soon I would leave
For places unknown
Yet I would remain
In the bus
Another brief story
Imprinted in sweat.

Midnight Beat

I drum the beat of midnight
Caught in the twinkle of a star
A secret whispered in darkened veil
For those who live and love
Stay the simple truths for a piece of warmth

These growing pains nurtured sweetly
Tear my skin indifferent
You stole the air I so desire
With but a look of golden amber
Each breath I’m learning a new language, see?

But I won’t fall, I won’t drown
My thoughts scattered, this pain forgotten
The jutting sun crests my horizon
Will this light save the devil in me?
I wait and see
Wait and see
Wait and see
Wait
See.

Club Out

Fade into the black canvas of the room,
losing control that you never owned.
Under the lustful watch of wandering gazes,
beyond flicks of tongue that desire your flavour.
Swallow my gasps and maybe you’ll breathe fresh air in this strobing nightmare of primary neons.
Otherwise step aside and choke out of my sight.

Pieces Missing

Remember when we used to laugh?
It was all frolick and play,
not a worry under the blue sky.
Now I find myself trapped in an iron maiden of my own neglect.
Counting the seconds, filling the hours, in the dark of night.
Fearful of waking up to find my heart shriveled and old,
though my skin’s still taut and smooth.
Every word I utter falls dead to an empty auditorium,
nobody there to even throw much-welcomed scorn.
I scream with lips gently sealed, waves of grief crash uselessly against them.
No one shall know how deep the void scratches the frayed and tattered remnants of my soul.