Early Mourning

I lay awake at the earliest hour and I pray

That every memory of you is washed away

Coveting and lusting, you’re damning me

A velvet anchor slowly drowning me

So graceful yet lacking any purity 

Chaining me to memories and misery

Your siren cries terrorize me nightly

Piercing through the crushing silence

This miserable tune of past times 

My head screaming your name

While I cuddle close to past mistakes

And words I was always too afraid to say