week.

here on my own
awaits unreason as i am
and never as before sober
in the next couple of days;
will you like me now?
will i finally awake to sudden being?
let me begin and be cleansed
of purity

foremost
my hands were never in my face,
the beer was never better
like handcuffs to remind you
of the clock's arms too tired to begin
and yet it remembers
so far where they
to negate a night so sublime.
i could if i would really will,
reprise and be less of a man.
a distance too long to walk
and looming in its swerving turn.
yet a kiss goodbye from her,
shocked me back into coherence.

strange, so strange
am i inspired
for threshold to take toll?.
this
and only this i take with memory
as it is living beside me
they curb it,
to pass on to the left side.

though i am left with her somewhere
i can be of only this too near,
and of her black wings
mystify even to the most absolute.
i dont speak for it end,
and because
just because.
truth hurts even more
as those days went by.
still towards what i think is wise;
to stop at nothing 'till its demise.
enough to dwell back into nightmares
of knives emaciating,
and of nails burrowed from the cross
for your palms to impale with
for your own fists to clench with
needing..
wanting..

i cant think anymore,
and just maybe
i am too tired to love,
but too linear for pure abjuration,
perseverance might pay off
at least i know i can think that.
i'll paint a picture then,
to remember
what is too beautiful for words.