Sorry been so quiet, gonna spend whole day reading your wonderful words, first a little something about the late hours and the deviant things within.

In a candlelit room far away from now
I lay upon a hard bed of guilt
In that uneasy state ‘tween passion and tired
Blue grey dawn, teasing the warm
Day to come

This is not the person I was meant to be talking to
But the lull in the conversation, became a battle of the senses
Slow and yet unsteady
Into the cold mist landscape, the fluttering young world
Soon past, destroyed

It was written as an escape from cruelty
Performed as some mystical release
Acted out while whispering excuses
Forgotten with the first kiss
Recalled later, weaker, defeated