Turned Off All the Lights

***Again, I hope you like the new style I believe I've developed. Reading my older stuff from a few months ago, it doesn't feel the same to write anymore. It seems I've changed in more ways than the way I write a poem. But, I don't want to complain about my life in every new poem I write so...I'll end this now. Enjoy the poem. Now I'm off to read about 50 poems from my favourite authors...wonderful.***

Hardwired to conceive,
and commanded to deceive;
the devil ran his fingers up my sleeve.
And I played with his fire,
now just let me burn.
Planning to retire,
but that's none of your concern.

What's the deal with all the smiles,
I feel like I'm walking on endless miles.
But we were dancing,
yet you were always glancing
across the hall and in the mirror,
at the sun that kept coming nearer.
And you told me you were scared,
black tears descended and began to flow,
but I wiped them away because I cared,
in case you didn't know.

There's the biggest pain,
choking hard on the sharp champagne,
your eyes were the headlights of a train.
Ran me down,
into the ground,
and the blood erupted and painted the sky;
a colour that nobody liked,
which they told me as I laid down to die.

And I was nervous,
not on purpose,
when your clothes slithered off like snakes,
which bit me in my sleep.
Now my heart aches,
restricting me to a world of my mistakes,
don't cry; you'll make me weep.

So this is my grave?
Guess I'll have to be brave,
and just crawl through the mud,
right into the coffin of dried blood.

And when I'm seeing you,
I see me and you only,
and the love we tried to pursue;

So don't turn off the lights,
I don't want to be a shadow tonight.
You know that they hide,
as well as angels lie,
there's just that bitter lust in which I confide.
In all honesty I'd rather be there,
I feel at home with my twisted affair,
lost in the tides of forgotten prayer....
That's the plan.