laid to rest...

goin beneath the darkness as the silence hears thoughts...

trying to hide expressions lost without a cause...

turning on emotion for it chases so much pain...

jus wanting to awaken come morning to a more mental game...

the night tends to do things to the minds imaginative side...

taking old memories to the edge where the sun meets new life...

for the past only exists when solitude reveals no hope...

caught somewhere in the middle of the night drifting in between homes...

the tongue refuses to give syllables to sound coming from moans...

n all that has been lost is dead hanging from a rope...

jus playing with the image of prior relations that have nowhere to go...

pillows catch whispers like dogs that bury bones...

flings return to entertain the absence of the rush yet to cling to the light of day...

all deep under the surface where midnight relates to the lonely fame...

sleep resists to fall with the wonder of touch...

held within snugged arms wrapped up in comfort flush...

thinking come tomorrow's horizon the release will be the final straw...

knowing damn well as long as self is alone, time will forever be paused...

goin over every vision of what felt the need to be free...

somewhere in the pitch of black flames burn in the stillness of wet dreams...

calling to the remembrance of those who haven't been forgotten...

as to move on hasn't happened as of yet to replace beautiful faces gone rotten...

laid to rest is the luv one had for passion set in the eyes...

as the body lays motionless behind closed doors jus wanting to hide...

afraid of the next ex that forces the belief that they're different from the rest...

needing the daybreak to rescue the fool that keeps on reliving what's left in the chest...