TwoNights

My last two nights are finally here-
Alone I lay on my bedroom floor.
No furniture in my apartment,
No friends eager to bid me farewell...
So I sit.
Getting stoned and writing to the abyss of my former days-
Peeking into my future.

Shall I sit for a cup of coffee with my mirror?
Or venture out into darkness?

I wish the night would tell me.
I'll keep an eye on the stars for a sign.

Goodbyes are ... inevitable?

Eyes are set, growing heavy each breathe I intake.
Smoke fills my solitude, and I sit here.
Reading as a ghost from a distance,
When in reality an angel hopes that my eyes listen.
I can only hope that words continue to skew through the wavelengths.

A starting point has always been my weak point.
Linking together, what has now been years.
Body is broken, and a disgrace-
Mentality is fragile.
For each of us it appears.

Each distant in a close knit group of clones.
Each zonked out on society's simple fixes.
Simple elixirs.
 Statements bold,
a new found pretension.

Only minimal days until a memory is faint,
yet remaining- for it could never fade.

Whispers in the night die for late night exchanges,
Under the moon light and benevolence of a former love in the moon's eyes.
How to go about this last month,
I wish you would pull that blade off your arm.
Revoked the craving of uppers, and embrace your inner angelic soul,
Tainted with the sins of few-
Breaking glass.