Alone I stay in reverie
wishing on fallen leaves
make this ache in my heart,
leave the frays of my journal
please stop sweeping up my dreams
the suffering is sweet
I cry blank tears
of sunshine and bitter memories
but what am I losing out on
if the wine has been drunk
the way backwards
up the tree
where daylight goes mad
suffering the tears
I cry for a bit of
black melancholia
Alone I stay
Alone I rot
Alone I remain
Have I been forgotten?
By the myriad faces
the disgraceful graceless
the serious eyes
behind masks of clay
painted smiles
thinking of sunshine
make the moon mine
make the pain mine
let’s play under stars that shine
my harlot with scars
sickly and sullen
mistress to the night.
