Burn your lips into mine.

Oh obsession and lust

are a torment of the mind...

The sleepless nights

I cried insane.

In and out of

consciousness,

I’m never the same.

Black out sad,

in my broken state.

A heart of make

believe and long

lost fate.

I’m addicted to

the sour of his notes.

The unclaimed darkness

of rhythms wrote.

Stars thus fade.

As the clouds rummage

through what’s left,

in disdain.

So it seems,

the reality of what’s

right has left so

much wrong in me...

-HMG