it’s nights like these that shake me from inside,
for off your face the moon reflects so bright,
and halts the bitter sentiments I hide.
that my eyes were gouged out to hide the sight.
In theory, sure, our chemistry has spark,
though catalysts are known for entropy.
My radiated soul shines in the dark,
a half-life marked with buoys in the sea.
As waves of time sit smugly on the pews
of its own shores, a haven for its wrath,
your voice can hardly lead a man to choose -
no longer can my ears decide my path.
Our dance a prelude for my greatest work;
my heart dismissed, no longer ought I lurk.
