Three nights to complain

Three nights to complain

You were always on the phone
as we spoke in silence for hours
but those days are gone
and I am now a man with a heart turned sour
the paintings on the walls
black the only color my eyes devour
you settled every nerve
now your just a "coward"
he said your heart is locked away
in his basment I contemplated
memories of those days
I slept away, away, never frustrated
now I yearn to be ridiculed once more
bleed or have bled to be criticized
till my dreams are out in the world
and the lies are weaved through and the past softly dies

She devoured your world without a word
and layed you down upon the floor
she asks you to collapse at her feet
and show her the things you desire to see
the sky was dark and everyone fast asleep
As i confused myself with the nonsense that sets me free
She told you "wash up and come to bed"
"at least it's warm" I said
but there's still no room to breath
she sets the room aflame and in her heart considers your name
you suprised yourself the same way you started
alone and misunderstood
until tomorrow until tomorrow

And now the mantel of you has collapsed and has been forgotten
I either thought of my own misfortunes or have had the blessing of being blinded
the choas of emptiness the despair and utter incognizant truth
a candlelight night with the sheer predictability with nothing but memories haunting my room.