Dark Horns

Have you given up on me?

Moved on and onto better ones,

It’s my turn, I know,

But do I still sit back and vacuum in,

Or do I take a stance?

Despite our ticking clock of a bomb,

The sand keeps sinking

And we are becoming forked,

Is it for the better?

Is it inevitable?

May at May,

With cap and gown near,

Am I slipping? Are you slipping?

Outloud self-centeredness gut punches

The most selfish of all,

For a taste of own’s poison

Is a double-edged sword,

But what do I do now?

Make a silent exit and preserve what is left

With pickle juice and facade,

Or speak out with a tongue of fury and fortitude,

For what… May?

It’s too little time to care now,

I have fucked this too many times in the back shed,

And now I see the fruit of my loom,

So I sit in despair and helplessness for the fault is mine alone

And how can you fight yourself?

Guilt sprinkles an eerie horn,

But I shall sing with the crows,

Close my eyes,

And pray for sweet music in the morning,

You would hate my mind right now,

But I can’t catch it,

You smelled it earlier, so you lay on my floor now,

With your palms on your stomach,

And our melodic narration of a brighter yesterday

Hitting the sky and falling back,

You sway and stretch,

But I am lost so I cannot show you the way,

I have not been here before,

The rosebuds are in my neck but I can only feel the thorns,

This is the darkest my pupils have been for nearly half a lifetime,

For you,

The change is bout to happen…


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