in loving memory of...

these haunting thoughts
always here as the night comes
creeping up on my cradle of crematory remains
where in a quiescent silence nothingness plays

the piano underneath a halo of sorrow

flooded with the starlit sky's indigo 

imprisoned within deplorable desolation

yearning for an escape of this sensation
I attempt to take a step outside the wall of lies
the frantic chit chat and some courtesy hi's

but his beguiling tunes lure me back

into being a worthless wreck

just a stare into his woeful eyes

and I flirt with my dreadful demise

overcome, suffocated by pristine recklessness 

as he hits the notes of an infinite universe

I picture him holding my hand tight
and maybe i'll have sweet dreams tonight