Blue Moon

I wait for night
to pour its liquid black over me
darkness to be
seldom eyelids to cover.
I yearn for the stars to show
flutter their way across the sky
what I dream might be a lie
but it keeps me alive in the gutter.

A moon in bloom
flowers depicted on her pale skin
her bones tell tales of sin
done by us.
Her heart is heavy
lonesome and awake in space
her world is a crowded place
yet lonely she is.

I rest my head
blindly and exposed
with my eyes closed
because it is heavenly.
There shines a faint light
yet I can taste the blues
no use
hiding behind these pearly whites.

I blossom and awake
to the sounds of seagulls’ cries
whilst a piece of me dies
I’d rather stay in heaven.

Ghosts

The air that I breathe is frozen
it shapes like faces with every breath
a game of hide and seek with shadows
a peek out the window reveals a cruel death.
Cluttering fingers caress my throat
as my footprints blends with snow
under my feet forms a temporary stamp
here, dancing under the streetlights glow.

I hear her moan in the darkness
someone is crying by the curb
I hear stilettos stomp behind me
but they don’t belong to the voice I first heard.
I bleed with her in silence
reach out for her smile
but I pull my fingers through a foggy cloud
in front of me standing a blue eyed transparent child.

Colors and glistening lights
a lonesome echo; nothing
alone in the snow forever
I need to fall for something.
She fades before me
a blurry cloud
I cover my ears
but she screams so loud.

Found my way to a bar
found my way home
quench my thirst in cocktails
anything to not feel so alone.
Fell asleep to die
slip away in smoke
first love left me by the staircase
I remember every word he spoke.

Lonely ghost – turn away, go home
let me wither in alcohol
throw up my guts and laugh out loud
I used to live in a fishbowl.
Let the music set me free
let my shoes take the lead
high
I challenge life to sweep me off of my feet.

Nightfall

This is the core of your existence
a crimson death
one last thought survives
written on paper
children’s laughter, young adult cries.
The pain is handheld
crushed by fingers
black as coal
burns like fire
sorrow lingers.

You saw dust
I found water
in the mist of hope
lips of spoken madness
I remember the hate you spoke.
We’re lost by broken clocks
where hands don’t turn anymore
we’re hours past
we are where seconds stumbled
we used to be the last deadly blast
into nothingness.

Solitude is where my heart is
trapped in the eyes of lonesome ghosts
at night as I fall away
and close my eyes
I let you go and I erase the day.
Swallowed by muddy swirls
still and comfortable
in the wind
I blew kisses in your direction again
the waves will take you in.