The Night Is For Sorting Through The Ruins

The black notebook
Grabs me by the throat
Taunting my life with
Blood stained hands
Whipping my soul with
Psychotic ramblings
Dragging my life to the edge
A taste of ecstasy
Can lead to insanity
People crave what they want
And want what they crave
Desires explode early in the day
The night is for sorting through the ruins
I thought I could cover everything
In Verse
But there are too many people
For me to explore fully
A sea of humanity
I try to remind myself that the glass
Is half full
But of what
Of heartbreak and ambition
Of semen and blood
There is a locked chamber in my heart
Containing peace
Only death holds the key
And I will wait
Until then I seek the softness of beauty
The clarity of love