TO THE MEN WHO HAUNT ME, STILL

For my arts sake

I stay up late,

Burning a candle deep

In the black of night,

Trying to write

Your memory from my head.

And when you're dead,

And when you're dead,

Will you still haunt me 

Then?

Will I put down my pen?

For some peace of mind

I turn myself away,

Still holding the gun

In my hand,

Defeating

What I planned.

And I keep numb.

And I keep numb,

While the world slips by

Me,

While the years roll on.

Forever seems so long -

Must I haunt you too?

The clock is set,

It can't turn back.

Try hard, not to alarm -

Quieten the harm you've done.

And you forget.

And you forget?

When screams tear up my nights.

When my pen bleeds as I write?

For silent lips, not

Often shy -

But sly.

Quiet minds, quiet eys,

Hide endless secrets,

Tell many lies.