Afterglow

And I know it's really nothing,

But didn't something come from nothing?

the lights gettin lighter, like it's fading

from my mind, her scent is mixed with mine,

sense it complex, why can't it be simple

all the time? It's just how life is defined,

curving all the lines, this tree's limbs

get bent in the strength of the wind,

Leaves get carried away, the thoughts

of last night are not here today.

And i know it's really nothing,

But i'm left in this bed of leaves

makin' up a future that I'll never see,

What beauty could soothe me and

settle this squall that rues me

I'm givin it too much time again,

thinkin with regret, sinkin my train

into an abyss of improbability

I should focus on what i will see

today, and hasten my grasp on tomorrow,

this sorrow, self-sculpted puts me on my

knees at the pulpit of some hollow

vanity, cavernous and powerful

But I know it's really nothin...

Thinkin too much about what can never be.

When she got dressed, she cracked my ribs,

Her shoes stomped my stomach with every click,

When the door closed behind her, my heart split,

The morning light, an afterglow of that neon night

pierced through the atmosphere outside, into

the room through my windows straight into

my eyes and my pupils dilated back into place,

I'm acting like a fool facin' labyrinths and mazes

When I know it's really nothin

but the past right in front of me

gotta turn my back, quickly, before it consumes me,

I know it's really nothin,

cuz ain't nobody else with me,

but my senses and these scents.

It's time to wake up.