Bouncing off the walls in the organ
Six inches above my tongue,
Six feet above September.
Because “honey, I’m sorry”, is turned on repeat
Every time the lights go off.
I’m not afraid of the dark, but what feeds in the obscurity
Feeds on me.
That nightmare, these dreams
Buried six feet with the real one
Entwined with the frauds.
Your empty space
Sings sweetly to my demons,
It calls them out to play in the night.
This lullaby hasn’t died, no it will never end.
God mute my ears,
Please let me forget.