A few hours till midnight, still
naked, with my sun kissed skin
darked by silent screamings
of wanting to do what I always did.
Drowning in noices of you, shouting
blaming me for what I think
all I'm longing for is you, allowing
me to coddle that what I always will.
Crying enough tears to choke in
I breath soft for you to not hear
suffering from sacrifice that I will be knowing
agony from ashes that I'll always fear.
Your blaming was your kiss goodnight
naked, clear, with that numb quietness
my disgrase made me kiss goobye
as so you'll notice when night ends.