In the quiet hours of the night
You appear.
As my mind is trying hard to cope with the haziness I have foolishly (and shamelessly)
forced it to endure
You show up
Much to my dismay.

God damn it, I say.
Since when was it acceptable
For this to occur
For you to be here
After all that happened
Fuck off, you say
I have no appeasements

Fair enough.

The dark is young
And time is worn like a costume
Hard liquor is mixed in unacceptable proportions
And life is quite literally pissed away.

And later, much later
When the dark is gone
And light returns with normalcy
I wake up next to you
And shake my head
And sink my face into my palms
And sigh.

Then I kiss you
And ask if you wouldn't mind some coffee.

I like this, it's a good expression of struggle within the mind. I especially liked this part:

"God damn it, I say.
Since when was it acceptable
For this to occur
For you to be here
After all that happened
Fuck off, you say
I have no appeasements

Fair enough."

Top Score.

In the quiet hours of the morning
You disappear
As my mind is trying hard to cope with the
haziness I have foolishly (and shamelessly)
forced it to endure
You leave
Much to my benefit.

Thank God, I blow
Hedonistic acceptance
Self-destructive vegetative mania
After all that happened
My mind is still playing tricks on me

The dark is young
And time is worn like a costume
Hard liquor is mixed in unacceptable proportions
And life is quite literally pissed away.

Earlier, much earlier
Before the darkness came
While the light was still humming
As I awoke, I shook my head
My face buried in my palms
I asked
WTFBBQROFLSAUCE?



That was great...

Sorry for the defilement