Off the Top of my Head

Off the top of my head lay a wake of ruin.
Dive deeper to find poetry brewin'.
Even deeper to savor a detailed book.
Written by the hands destroyed by the look.
The stare you gave when you saw me writing another one.
You should've known though, it's all I've ever done.
The deeper plunge into the recesses of my mind and you reach my heart.
Where the darkness is stored and where the love will start.
But if you take a right and follow the road,
You'll go back to the hand where the pencil once glowed
With a great light that matched the heart ever so dim
Now that life has become simply much too grim.
All I live for is one other soul.
She connects with me setting my goal:
To live on for her and keep on writing,
Even when I'm on the border where the dead keep biting.
She keeps me sane with a steady hand, heart, and mind.
However, nothing remains true in this dim heart of mine.
And so, from the heart, we travel straight up
To the top of my head in a flash, with the heaviest sort of luck,
We pass the front of my mind where you remain
A constant reminder of everlasting pain.
The top of my head, where this poem will soar.
Jumping off the edge and hitting the cold, hard floor.
Goodbye to the memories and to life.
Off the top of my head, gives way to red light.