Silently, secretly drift finding the way home
I plead, desperate for your mercy once again
Endorse my every thought and future stroke
Gracing my pen and quieting my inner self
With your endless fountain of words flowing.
You move me with joyous song, never pious
But only the times you feel appropriately so
Other moments horrifically skewed in havoc
I curse your birth, sweet imagination's image
Beautifully seducing me all the while restless.
Sing to me beautifully, siren's literary manifest
Idling time for infinity with your hypnotic voice
Nourishing sonnet song, I beg, bring quiet peace
As though you never existed, leaving only traces
Perfectly existing only within confines of mind.
Created in translation of life's suffering abound
Oh beautiful, most perfect outlet intended to be
But the darkness didn't bring sleeps promises
Cloaked all-consuming darkness; writer's block
Wretched never-ending resounding inner-voice.
Quit now for I must sleep the rest of the night
You drain my soul a devouring tortures virtue
Cannibalizing my heart, every blessed memory
Once that I privately owned I now openly reveal
Because of your existence; is my life really mine?
Or is it you that owns,
My every hopeless hope,
My never dreamt dreams,
My deepest desired desires,
My most truest lovely love.
