Say Pockets

I've got my hands deep in my pockets for something to say
My words came out wrong
What I meant to play; a song, which conjured a smile
These notes will ease your pain into desire
But I believed in that which did not exist
Your imagination can’t see, you can rest in peace
For my thoughts linger, they reek of you
A swelling, festering disappointment, I knew would ring true
I wished for the pain, invited this demon
By choice!
Not quite whole
I reached a light, I found in your heart
At one point it called for me
Poisoning all that I see
Dark images drip through my thoughts
I feel as burnt coal; used and stripped
Guarding my desires like treasures within my pockets
Refusing to pay mind these gems had morphed
Into my enemies, into fear, into stone walls, that conceal
Possibilities
Trails
We will not see