The Waiting Room
The silence collides on the surface of the plywood walls,
Like waves upon the shore it breaks and scatters,
Deafening the very core of my being,
I sit and wait for a whisper of life from your lips,
My body has grown numb from the eternity of immobility,
And yet I await your response with great anticipation,
I have lost hunger for food or thirst for drink while I linger,
The only nourishment I crave for is that of your presence,
And that is why my body had begun to feast on itself from starvation,
Insomnia now pierces my vessel, tearing it to shreds.
The waking world burns for even in my dreams my desire plagues me,
The lord of dreams cannot save me from my prison,
I walk the empty streets with nothing but my love for you to guide me,
It seems that this is a folly for I find myself lost within a labyrinth,
Trapped within the winding roads that lead on to oblivion,
In a shallow pool I stare at my bitter reflection,
Remembering my previous life filled with beauty and vigor,
But all I see is a dead man tattered by time,
I weep for the world no longer accepts its bastard son into its halls,
Tears that clear the dirt and grime that have encased my face,
It shatters the mask that I have worn to hide my imperfections,
As the shards of my dreary present break and buckle the sky slowly parts,
The silence is broken by a rhapsody that the host could not produce,
My cellular phone rings and I have found myself once more,
The Loneliest Day
The clock winds down to the ever-open abyss,
The silent revelries within my mind echo throughout the room,
I love her and yet she is with another, tonight,
I lie on my bed staring at the ceiling,
My mind racing into oblivion,
The stench of gin and oranges fill the air,
I’m in an alcohol-induced coma from the heartache,
In this catatonic state I find myself plagued with questions,
Is she dancing with him? Is he making her laugh as I once did?
The questions feed on my mind as well as well as my flesh,
Atrophy slowly creeps upon my limbs, destroying them,
I am dead, but I still long for her presence,
The bell tolls that another hour has gone by,
Like the others before it, I have spent it remembering her,
Her with her skin of porcelain and lips red as wine,
The night grows deeper and your vision slowly fades,
My memories of you seem distant and blurred,
With each instance I try to think of you, I find myself forgetting,
Does this mean I am over her and I can finally move on?
Does this mean I am no longer her slave?
Or does it mean she will haunt my dreams for all eternity,
The dawn beckons and I find myself stirring,
I rise from my undead state and welcome the horizon,
I have lived a day without her and now she is truly gone,
One last shot
The bottle half empty,
My soul drifting to oblivion,
Reality fading under the guise,
Of a glass of poison,
Sweet nectar burns my breast,
Each drop brings me pure bliss,
Nothing exists beyond the glass,
Nothing but forever,
One glass of poison remains,
Eager lips welcome it and drinks,
Then darkness and the cold grip of death,
In a blink of an eye life ended, but not without,
One last drink for the road ahead,
