I’ve come to talk to you again
I think I like him
I think I don’t
Uncertain I am
He’s nice, but not nice enough
He’s handsome, but not handsome enough
Critical, maybe
Unfair, certainly
But can I be blamed
Can I be damned
Can I be condemned
Condemned nor damned for the 9ft walls I’ve built around
That I plead guilty of
That I am proud of
But when time comes
It haunts me like a damned soul
It hoots in my ears like a perturbed owl
It eats my heart up whole
Leaving nothing inside but a hole
One that pleads to be filled
One that yearns to be claimed
Yet there’s no one to listen
No one is gracious enough it to glisten
No one willing it to whiten
To whiten the darkened insides of this soul
That’s why I come to you
I run to you my old friend
When all comes to an end
I run to you my glistening darkened friend
For you embrace this dark soul
You fill up this dug up hole
You nurse up these bleeding wounds
You silence the howling hounds
Calm the haunting voices inside this soul’s mind
With a mere soothing waft of wind
Helping it after the tiring day to unwind
Hello darkness my old friend
I’ come to you again
Untie my silhouette
Dry up my wet
Wet swollen eyes
That burst from the never ending lies
Untie my silhouette
For its all thats left
Of this broken, holed-up heart