Days

My heart is a desolate wasteland of scattered memories of you..
The days cut and tare through my infested mind,
Trying to kill the memories that infiltrate my life..
Black lifeless stares of a ghost that haunts and lingers..
Ripping through me..

My flesh exposed..
A smokey,gray haze hangs through the night sky..
Blinding me from the wake of the light..
Your mind bending lies..
Your tainted devotions..

Your putrefying cancer spreads to my aching bones..
Salty tears of dishonor and disgust drown me..
Choking on love..
Stabbing the images of you out of my head..
Killing your love..

Will this be another restless tomorrow?
Will I Sleep?
Insomniac of love..
The blood painted sunrise means just another day..
Always just another day..
A junkie for your love..