Midnight

A portrait begs a witness, but fades away if touched And drift so slowly out of focus If stared at long enough Peer beyond its gambler's bluff An opaque window Seeking promise Shielding meaning Silent screams of secrets faintly hushed Dark reflections ripple forth from every stone that's thrown Disturbs the current once subsided, the evening's song a sour tone The narrative's escaped the script The wheel is slipping through the grip Altered locks, the key won't fit The bottom dollar's counterfeit The well's gone dry, but just keep hauling Speed along the interstate Land's end calling, chasm sprawling Beckoning a swift escape Not quite from this world Always was apart from it Never really held desire To ever be a part of it Cliffs off of a distant island Waves subsided, still and silent Edge of post card's blank horizon frame Note scrawled neatly, so complete But lacking any semblance Of meaning, date, intent, or name The ocean calms, the mirror fogs, the ripples all fall still An opaque face left staring blank If looks could only kill Hope erodes to doubt disguised Losing fight A distant star blinks goodbye and softly flickers out of sight Hope erodes to doubt disguised Failing light The day is lost and fades to black An epitaph Hanging in the midnight sky Glass adorning marble floor Sneering mirror once before Shot heard round the world Begins a silent civil war Isolated island Face worn in and gaunt Why do you play so hard to get When you're already to hard to want Depressive dilettante Inept, deceptive wretch Smothering all those around and Drowning in your own excess Apart, aloof, anonymous Ashamed of every name Responsible for every trace Of self-inflicted pain Lifelong in the wrong Emotional paperweight Frail, fragile, fractured frame Supports your scarred and cratered face Vexing voice, errant eyes Caustic charlatan Fallen fraud, self-absorbed Harping harlequin So intent to be alone Leasing your own private hell So sleep now in the bed you made Give it up