Falling hard
A way of life
Stubborn dreamer ways
Blue insomniac
Tired of being full
I long for passions hunger
Loneliness
Conjures thoughts of death
To care
Once came quite naturally
Lately
I just don’t give a shit
Hopeless thoughts of bliss
Escape me once again
Dismal heartache drive by
Her empty double talk
I’ve danced among the dead
So many moons of darkness
I feel his vile presence
Haunting me once more
Shadows cast a gloomy pall
Another painful night
© Bill Grimes Jr. 2009
caught up, again, in your great talent for connecting
all the right words in your staccato rhythms. And such
memorable lines as:
I’ve danced among the dead
So many moons of darkness....
-gene.
Edwin
"Hopeless thoughts of bliss" sums it up fully well.
I'd say singleness is bliss, isn't it?
Cynthia