Marmoreal

I stay up days and nights

Caught in some razor blade circle

So typical

Fought with ghosts I never knew

What I found to be the likes of you

A concrete wall 

Away from it all

It could never cease to be

Let it be anyone but me

From that sickening train

To something real

Crucified nocturnal instincts

Give up the long hair for beauty

Give up the beauty for hate

Peel the art off my walls 

So we can breathe again

Hold onto the nothingness

The pseudo-brave face you show me

The hurt can be something

We pretend

A false chemical I chose to see

A blanket of misfitted adults

Adultery

Pardon the shame of growing old

Common fucking formalities

I get on tangents about drunks

And idiosyncrasies 

Yet strive to be magnanimous

I walk all day

I can’t love someone I can’t talk about the moon with

It’s shining aura beaming down and bringing me waves of nostalgia mixed with emphatic wonder and melodies

Again I glide down a hill laced with stars, stars at my feet, in my hair, in my sky

Etoile

Forget unspoken promises

Forget heartache and uncertainty

Forget all of it

For he...

For he loves like no one else loves.