the next man

 
somber days, looking out
pitiful little dreamer
seeking sunshine from the black

the blues hide the light
darkness prevails, in sadness
grief in love
greedy feelings, wish to feast
and I am defeated

crying tears, I weep
keening in despair
riotus noise, is my own suffering
longing for salvarion, in a man
it never comes

dying to the faith
I no longer believe in you
sacred denial, lies I tell myself

enters the sorrow
talking about desire
falling for fiction
delusions, I make up
they are preferred to honest hurt

secretly wishing for something tangible
but there is nothing perfect, when there are two
it's incomplete, lasting for a moment then passing

the only effect lasting, is heartbreak
scarred terrain I reflect on
making me less open, to the next man