daw-sin

Poetry?

[daw-sin]

I want to talk to someone

Like you talk to yourself

When mulling over an idea for the first time

[daw-sin]

I wish for the dark side of things I want to see the corrupting sights Smell the intoxicating scents Breath those addictive vapors I wish to bare witness to those events after hours When those who are good are long gone Where only the deviant remain The reverse of a good coward's soul I wish for the dark side of things

Whiskey and Wine

[daw-sin]

ill Fated

Tonight as you lay; asleep in my bed

Without a sound or stress in your head

Naked and free from uncertain thoughts

Those late night worries and late night haunts

An uncommon bliss; I know you suffer

Take shelter under my over-sized comforter

I’ll sit in another room and worry about you

I’m doing you wrong? You’re being a fool

There is no way to tell but I am such a man

With bad in my past; I have tears on my hands

I’ll do my best to protect and keep you well

And save you from, my brand of hell

[daw-sin]

Catacombs

The catacombs of my heart

Where past lovers lie

A lone light disrupts the dark

A candle beneath your shrine

Many graves rest here unmarked

Forgotten with passed time

But the difference is quite stark

Of when your heart was mine

This era gone and past

Perhaps it was too soon

Nothing  can truly last

I no longer call you my moon

Here with no sense to cry

I sit in this dismal tomb

Where my love goes when it dies

And I can always find more room