Blues to Black

The colors tend to fade
 Blues to black, reds to grey
 I can see them with my eyes closed
 Lightacted like it once was
 In a room with more mirrors than books
 Your prose needs editing but your poses are well rehearsed
 Concessions that I make
 I'm not looking to be deified - I ain't no saint
 But it's you I see with my eyes closed
 Unfinished fiction that my mind wrote
 In a room on the floor in the mirror
 I watch myself move as if you were here
 The cool side of the pillow on the wrong side of the ocean
 Fearless flies in my mouth
 Dead moths in the sheets
 Lie so still like paralytic
 Tonight I'll sleep in the gutter
 Tomorrow I won't remember
 By the time I'm home this nightmare will be only a dream