2. What Are You Doing?
It's eleven at night and
I can't see the stars.
They're blocked by
And no one knows why they're lost.
It's midnight in your home
And you don't remember when
You ate more than your fair share.
It's all crumbling in again.
It's one in the morning and
I'm tired of being alone.
Can I come to your house
If I promise to never make a sound? I
Won't say a word about the
Choking sobs or the scars
That weren't there a week ago.
The sun is slowly rising and there
Is an artist who's out of time. His
Masterpiece was finished years ago
But no one saw. The brilliance of his
Art shined brighter than the sun
Reflecting off the barrel of
His ice-cold gun.