Take me by the hand, but only for the night.
My heart will not speak to you,
For opening that red, bloody door is too much of a fight.
For only this one night, your physical feelings will suffice.
I call for you on this quiet night.
Please come mask the emptiness I feel, for only this one night.
You’ve been kind to my guarded door.
I’ve asked little of you,
but you’ve delivered more.
Your company was nice,
But I prefer to sit alone, on this empty floor.
Your heart is racing.
Your body is shaking.
The grey gravel catches your eyes.
They close tight, for you are not ready to see the end.
You are not ready to give up.
Why did you jump?
The gravel is now inches from you.
It’s your last chance to face it all, to be strong.
Your eyes open.
The grey cotton sheets catch you.
Tomorrow is here.
The voices on the flickering screen mask the noises you make.
It’s after I sit to the sound of the night,
That your message gives me clear sight.
I hear now.
The way it caresses against your chest.
The curves it creates on your mouth.
The serenity engulfing your soul.
Hold onto that light,
And you’ll be guided through the sorrow of the night.
I see now.