I’ve Always Hated the Sunrise Better

Heart overflowing with deep

It pervades the air like a thief

No rest, as sleepless night becomes.

I suppose I’ll rest when death is partial.

Crystals cut like falling rain — across my once soft cheeks

They’re chiseled and hollowed like caverns and caves

But not from age and wisdom

Trauma grotesque appearance makes

Some soul is packed with weightless morality

Some soul is left in feelingless pain

Nothing matters in a continuous sunset

Only gut-wrenching sorrow remains.

In the dark night I leer at the stars,

But it gives no solace from the newly carved scars

Hollow laughter, and smiles that stretch

Memories of the past are locked in a vault on a dream.

Darkness creeps in and suffocates

Bittersweet moments of love leave a foul aftertaste

Succumbed to the grief that is kinder

Than the smiles and cruel pity of strangers