Violently, he draws every door to a shut.
Today is a sultry dawn, he sees-
He holds up the light against the grey walls
Ignites the tip of his last cigarette
Singeing his eyes, his insides.
Insipid, life dangles on the hour hand of the ticking clock
Saying nothing, sometimes saying the most.
For tomorrow might bring another little memory-
Of a silent house that screams in high-pitched horror
Rueful, he cries- the tears dwell in possibility.
You, of those pretty eyes that belie the tumult they see
Of my love, I can promise you-
Unconditionally, beyond.
He holds up the light against the grey walls
Ignites the tip of his last cigarette
Singeing his eyes, his insides.
Insipid, life dangles on the hour hand of the ticking clock
Saying nothing, sometimes saying the most.
For tomorrow might bring another little memory-
Of a silent house that screams in high-pitched horror
Rueful, he cries- the tears dwell in possibility.
You, of those pretty eyes that belie the tumult they see
Of my love, I can promise you-
Unconditionally, beyond.
