Dry Well

Written - Apr. 20th, 2008 at 2:41 PM
Another Live Journal post... I'm trying to meld the two a little better, Allpoetry and LJ. You can get a better picture of me through some of the LJ which I also have some poems on. SO here we go...

You can hear the night just under the hopeful, calm melody of the song playing. "... in the arms of the angels, fly away from here, from this dark cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear..."

A piano, a voice wisping out of these cold speakers are my only comfort tonight, and I know it's only what I make it into.
It's just sound, I choose to put something to it. There is only so much even I can handle... and I ache with the weight.

For a moment I might sing along. My voice echos, sounding not unlike a greif stricken howl, haunting and melencholly, heartbroken, and sorowful. This voice breaks as tears well up behind hard eyes and thick emotion leaves a stain on everything it touches.
These walls weep with my sadness.

Ice blue eyes watch me for a moment as she slowly starts to drift off. Full belly, warm body. She starts a sqeaky snore within a few minutes.
The cause for one slight smile as a tear breaks from it's bondage. My hair falls to shadow my eyes... don't look at me...

Everything is cold.
Everything is empty.
But I am still here, numb and vancant. I'm still weary, but I'm steady.

And this... these moments in the darkness...
The loneliness eats me, drinks at the sanity in me. My heart, in silence and shadow bleeds, my mind runs rampant with bloody memories. Faces, and anger. Rage.
Muscles twitch, and I can hear the nightmare's gallop. Tonight will be as every other. Demons find their corners on my walls. Hating eyes glare at me, they can't get close.

And wind whispers through the trees. She reminds me that I have nothing. My future is blanced on a blade edge. I am the man about to leap from the cliff.
I know what you will of me my mistress, silent temptress with her fingers on my face. I know your language. I feel my heart race to your spirit... but I won't follow you tonight, for the love of ice blue eyes. For all my promises.


Purring erupts in my ears, sweeping out of my whirling world and I see two pairs of yellow orbs smiling trustfully up at me.
I am loved.