Romance To Me

Heavy weights on numb limbs;
This sleep is to my head.
Crying out to distant blisters
Which wish they knew the meaning.

Try to spell it out,
It’s simple for some.
Now lie down and rest in paradise,
On a bed of broken glass.

Ash trays full of smoking ban
Still sit on every table.
Only if they knew the time of day
They would all be gone.

You hated every moment
distributing life to the lonely,
Easing out of the womb
With dishonest motivation.

And this is the world you’re born into,
Where only night feels like home.
Stain the blue sky black
So you no longer have to squint.

Only in complete darkness
Are there no shadows.

Written, early June 2010.


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