The Alcove | March 23, 2025 (17:32) |

the blue flame turned red, 

a stranger i was at my saddest.

an evil i became at my sanest. 

no one saw your love in my gaze,

funny how my eyes is full of it even without you.

said you loved me in all ways.

how loud your abating footstep grabbed me.

how proud your friend Judas applauded.

i chase the living murderer,

replay your standtill murmurs.

and still, you're everything.

"she's worth more than that"

an invisible prophecy they obtrude.

i measure all pleasure in unseen, unheard, and unknown truth.

if i deserved more than that,

can i take a grip and vanish to the alcove,

occupy myself with the outcome..

the feeling of being loved enough.

i rinse my friends with every alcohol,

i stay sober to know how i feel.

i play lover to see my feet.

my tears are full of fear, 

when it's the fear that makes a tear.

the word-play is my game,

your court-play isn't a courteous way to live.

my soul, i sat my soul near yours.

i'd go search for your wandering remorse

of course, i loved you more. 

don't say, you stopped feeling the same.

my flame burned a lot to light up your suspicious gaze.

the blue flame,

a stranger i was at my saddest.

the red light,

an evil i became at my sanest.