Romantic idealism
Renders me undesirable.
A face showing signs of wear . . .
A smile that's seen better days . . .

Long nights keep me awake . . .
Heat rises to a cold bed.
Sunrise and I roll over,
There's no one there to stop me from falling off the edge . . .

Thoughts of settling creep into my mind and I bury them.
I still long for the lady held captive between lines of blue and black.
We only meet when my eyes close and she's willing to visit.
Often the love affair dissolves in late morning fog,
The sun burns her visage away . . .

Countless faces that never smile in the hereafter are lost to the past.
Doors locked from the opposite side,
And it makes me wonder why I ever left.

Everything is the same, another 14th passes without event.
A holiday that has no name, no color, and no shape
But the heart inside my chest that breaks.

Black blood courses through my veins . . .
The curse cast double.
Pain of dissociation coerced by the trait
That builds the barrier unbreakable . . .
I remain in the middle.
A path that shows itself to be a dead end . . .
The finish line has vanished from sight.

All that remains is the burn,
The search for a place
To drop my new name
And meet the end to a game of cat and mouse I play
With this life of pain.