Night of the Cross

Inelegant sounds of the body

escaping into the night

Wide awake and listening

I cannot sleep

I leave her be

I'm just as guilty 

How did a year get stolen

so easily

How quickly everything

fell apart 

I almost killed myself

in the slow motion way

too many get caught up in

I stopped

but wonder

what would be

if I kept going

The only bottle I crave

is the European mineral water

I buy by the case

I could fall apart so easily 

once more

The thin line between 

order and disorder

could fit through the eye

of a needle

I'm tired but don't wish 

to give in

to peace

I wish to sit here

and languish

and crucify myself

to the cross of my past

Iron nails caked 

with dried crimson

My side pierced

with your spear