Blackout Poetry

Oh, it's late And my head pounds like thunder Or was that just some echo of you? Did I stumble like a ghost From the garden of your grace Or was that just another excuse Turning black that cold ache of truth? Did you tire of all the burden From my dollar bin, paperback heart? Was I all caught up in shadow Like some midnight boulevard Another stubborn man who suffers in the dark? It was blackout poetry Blackout poetry Worn like a bruise on me Oh, it stains this book of life All my flaws crossed out in a slaughterhouse of mind And the fiction that bled through, It was never fair to you If I could go back and erase my doubt, I would It was blackout poetry Blackout poetry Worn like a bruise on me I've been trying to be better But it feels like falling backward My heart, he is a beggar And he just can't find the words Digging up all my hurt It was blackout poetry Blackout poetry Worn like a bruise on me Worn like a bruise on me Blackout poetry Worn like a bruise on me