Love tangles like dirtied satin sheets
The deafer I become,
the louder your voice inside my head
The daemons are beckoned
to rape me on my dream of our bed

Memory is more vicious than death
Seeing beauty, saddens me
so much that I paint the world ugly
In the grey eternity,
poems of hurting are labelled pretty

Facing the fact is facing the fear
Where do we go from here?
Baby’s got other men inside her
Dry reality incursions me
I’m an old victim of gravity

Solitude is not within one’s self
I’ve got photos and rock
Sleeping single, insides fall apart
Numbed black, deeper than shock,
I’d sacrifice home for a stronger drink.