The clouds float in to the valley

below my feet

And darkness begins to settle

as the cold air fills up inside me

Its always the same scene

painted over and over

like a stagnating pool in the parking lot

The clock is stuck

With the seconds hand going one beat forward

and one back, till eternity

till a battery

These illusions

I have so meticulously threaded for so long

have become more apparent against the light,

frayed at the edges

ready to crumble at the softest tug

Love, I know now, is a cheap whore

sighing and beckoning

till she has you within her reach

And just when you begin to believe she’s real

She discards you

just another stranger in the night

Love is like a thieving boy

drawing you in with his impish smile

And just as you lean over to hold his hand

He slits your coat

or your throat

leaving you by the side of the road

If it’s all the same,

the banality of everything being the only constant

What’s the fucking difference?

Reality shouldn’t have to be so hard to comprehend

Loneliness, my oldest friend

I have been rude to not acknowledge you in so long

But finally this chilly evening,

I can feel you sitting so close to me.