it's one of those days
where your memory fails you
and a look outside your window
compels you to walk out the door and then
keep on walking, like you're aimless,
like you don't know exactly where
you want to end up. who you want to run into.
but a place is just a place unless he's in it --
and you could walk until you bumped
your feet against the edge of this world and
still not find what you're looking for.

today is one of those days
where i would kiss him wherever
he wants to be kissed. but i'll settle for a walk
and a bench somewhere with a pink sunset
where maybe if i just kept looking up at the sky
it wouldn't fade to black this time.

am I a sicko
wanting something different
from what I should want?

You drained me out of words
when you show me your world
fantasy full of lies
beneath the dark dark skies.

I was speechless,
motionless,
witless, powerless
to act on impulse
no less.

The culmination of our meeting
lead me into thinking
I am no scatter-brain
to be used for your pain.

Yet something told me
ominous as a dark cloud can be
you are not who you are
a dream, you so callously portrayed to me.

You are a wolf you say
howling, hunting for a prey
in my dreamless sleep you came
bare of everything;
armed with burning desire to fullfil the beast that you became.

You touched me like hell
I was like a wrecking belle
repulsing every movement you take
stopping every attempt you make.

Go away, don't disturb me and my peaceful sleep
go back to God-knows where you came so deep
don' t drag me to your so- called world, sicko-wacko
You're a man not a wolf you know.

Swallow your own thirst
engulf by your own dark mist
drown in your own sorrow
because now I blocked you
to leave me in peace and a better tomorrow.