Walls

Walks in the park, kissing in the dark.

It was all a lark- another sad old joke.

I should've known- it's happened before.

Those days of yore have taught me nothing.

Leading myself around like a little boy lost in the city of lights.

From teacher to student, Helena to Prudence.

Nights crying to my cat.

Lie on my bed of thorns, rest my head on a rock

And watch my walls turn black.

Maybe raise my empty glass to propose a toast.

Ha- the spirits gone.

Don't look back and I won't look ahead.

I've always favored the things I dread.

Glutton for punishment- that's my line.

We all have our crosses to bear.

I've tried- I've cried- don't bother me.

I've strived- I've lied- I don't want to see.

I've cheapened- I've weakened- my tanks are low.

Every failure of my life exposed.