The dark is where I choose to reside
I feel more alive when the sun died
Its like the downpour of rain
I smile as I watch the droplets from the window pane
But as much as I love seeing the moon
I know my time will be ending soon

If I floated away into the stars tonight
Would you notice or even care?
Would you whisper my name with sorrow's soft fare?
Or would you walk away?
And continue your colorful life
Without this shade of gray?


For tomorrow's delight
Can only exist
In the absence of despair.

Streaks of red and black strike within
To tangle dangerously around my fragile skin
So volatile and sweet
I can melt my surroundings in a blink
And all it would take
Is one disdainful look
To trigger a demise

I live in a home of carmine red
Rigged with thorns of regrets without fortitude
And the floor covered in ragged rugs
To hide the scars of my tragic misfortunes

Rants and screeches bring severe astringency
There is no mercy
As it always reaches deep inside my throat
And around my neck
Tightly coiled, hurtful words begin to suffocate

The boiling blood of relentless fury
I am left in a steam of silence
Without a vent to this clustered chaos
I have become a hidden rage within me
As I watch the icy, red glow
Eradicate my destructive home

Give or take In this game of life,
The shackles of pain, the love in knife,
Stick to the whites-you may,
Ah! The moon And the games it play!
Shining, deceiving, it'll wait for you,
No one waits, oh! You **** fool,
No one shows up they turn their backs,
You thought they'd care, didnt you, you lack-
The twisted way In which the life plays.
This game is lost, you have no way,
You sit here watch the life drown you,
You thought someone would show up, now didn't you?

I used to be independent
I used to be sure
But now I am lost,
Confused and insecure
I used to believe
That I always knew best
But then you came along
And put my will to the test
I used to have courage
I used to be strong
I used to have faith
But then you came along.

My half-life reflects
my active light, I’m as bright
as my afterlife.

© Matthew Harlovic

Some people show their gifts as badges
They put them on their foreheads
They put them on their jackets
They put them next to their hearts
Some people hide their gifts as plagues
They put them under the carpet  
They lock them in a cage
They lie and say they have none
They convince other people of their inexistence
Some people hide their talents so well
Some people eventually forget they ever had a talent at all