One Night

Don’t become

Don’t know

Don’t grow

Don’t learn

Be like the rest of us

Don’t live

Just wait here to die

Existence,

Your war;

Not mine

I thought I was ready to write

I thought I was ready to paint reality

With even a more beautiful reality

I thought I was ready to dance

And spread over the ground

My wings and loud sound

I thought I was ready to dream

I thought I was going to quietly scream

I thought I was ready to sing

But you had me centuries ago

Our love, a proud monument to show

That history’s only reaping what you sow

Our love, a war I cannot win;

An epic battle of despair and sweet sin

Even if I cannot begin

Even if it means nothing now

Fog enfolds my memory

Images get lost amid the mist

Life tremors with shuffling light

I remember when you told me:

“I just love my demons but they have to go.”

To the bright stars you showed your scars

They glistened with a more terrible glow

You held my smile in your hands

And a dream twinkled on your face

And I’m missing those days again

The days of memory and innocent pain

Yeah, I’m missing those days again.

Now it takes a daily miracle instead

To drag me out of my bed

Like I’ve been sleeping with the dead.

And now you ask of me:

Don’t live

Don’t die

Don’t even try

Don’t be

Just exist like me

Long ago,

Before I could know

I thought I was ready to write

But you had me in just one night

Even if it means nothing now

You had me for just one night

The echo crawls and resounds

Over the skulls of all other sounds

Of my memory and its infertile grounds:

“I just love my demons but they have to go.”

The voice is, with fear, whiter than snow.

Is there nothing left?

Is there anything left to say?

Are there any more words to sing?

By A. Guy