in loving memory of...

these haunting thoughts
always here as the night comes
creeping up on my cradle of crematory remains
where in a quiescent silence nothingness plays
the piano underneath a halo of sorrow
flooded with the starlit sky's indigo

imprisoned within deplorable desolation
yearning for an escape of this sensation
I attempt to take a step outside the wall of lies
the frantic chit chat and some courtesy hi's
but his beguiling tunes lure me back
into being a worthless wreck

just a stare into his woeful eyes
and I flirt with my dreadful demise
overcome, suffocated by pristine recklessness
as he hits the notes of an infinite universe
I picture him holding my hand tight
and maybe i'll have sweet dreams tonight