Tonight has dark
hollow eyes
staring through my
skin
I wish I could be
out here until
daylight washes
away the bad dreams
and blood on our boots
I am merely
counting sheep
until frozen sunshine sweeps
north from the
city
You have to
count on something
There has to
be loyalty buried
somewhere
under these
salt covered
streets
Loneliness is
the grasp of insanities
indulgence in
the blaring of
ambulance
sirens
and burnt
out
street lights
I wish this
cup of
coffee
could last
my whole life
It helps me to forget
how much I still
love you
