![]() The Gloom (or, The Devil, The Angel, and Me)A Poem by MachinaWriter![]() OR, - darkest is the night before you blink.![]()
there's a light on above the stove
a candle in my room & somewhere between... - there's the gloom oh, the absence of you; & sleeping here with me in these empty sheets is the happiness i hold close but don't you know by morning happiness always leaves dressed in her finest clothes just so you can watch her go dressed in the morning glow but happiness, she hit me like a brick to the face concussed enough, now my heart and head's displaced this foolish flame's simply set fire to your grace oh, you're burning up, baby and so is this place & the smoke alarm it's screaming your name but don't be alarmed the fire's here to stay it'll be casting its colours on these photographs in shades of gray & with any luck, they'll burn up soon... but somewhere between now and then - there's the gloom oh, the absence of you casting shadows, baby, in this room between the candlelight, the night, & the darkness before the dawn that is me and you. and i think i can smell gas in the air but i'm too comfortable in this bed to care wrapped up in these dreams plus my legs are caught in these sheets and ive got nowhere to go so i think i'll just...breathe deep let these flames warm me in my sleep call it insane, warn me i've gone too deep REM isn't reality, no matter how sweet it seems but if this isn't reality, then let these flames consume me, please because between this candle and my kitchen, is a darkness far too deep, ...darkest is the night before you blink. and maybe these flames will clean the dishes left in the sink neglected, uninspected and left for me burn up the baggage claim, unclaimed, by the door burn up these thoughts i think, because i can't think anymore i'll take this coarse tongue and lick up this whiskey from off the floor to save my lips from the apocalypse i have in store, i'll need them to kiss the devil when she knocks on my door. she stole my keys when she left in the mourn and the angel on my shoulder's been drinking for free claiming she's paying, you see for my happiness (times three) now she's praying for three the devil, the angel, and me lighting a match for a candle she's down on her knees hiding the bruises she keeps she's praying for it all, she's playing for keeps, but there's a shadow between her and the kitchen sink that looks like the devil leaving my keys, so she prays a little harder but now she's praying for peace before i wake to see fake happiness retreat and scrub the dishes left in the sink, - darkest is the night before you blink. © 2019 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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Added on March 26, 2019 Last Updated on March 26, 2019 Author![]() MachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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