MIDNIGHT CONVERSATION

My occasional friend

I’m back again

With more tears this time

I’m sure it’s no crime

I do hate myself

I’m on the lowest shelf

I’ve lost my way

Stuck deep in quick clay

My mornings seem to come

With no dew or song

I dare not expect some

 I guess that will be wrong

Should I undo my veil of lies?

I wonder; do I even try?

I must wash out my messy brain

And pour my filthy heart down the drain

See, You offer me meat

You wonder why I’m still starving?

…Well, one by one, I pulled out my teeth

So how do I do the chewing?

Oh my bleeding King, why do you keep watch?

My forgotten love, why do you give so much?

My precious LORD… you’re still my sun

So why do I take up this world and run?