dark 4. monofilament

You lie cloaked in ire

And monofilament wire

You are absent of fire

And a talentless liar

You speak, still asleep

Weighed down words to keep

Unkempt and mossy green

Left down deep to dream

You rose from the ashes

As some thing still debased

Not far fled from home

Your crowned hollow throne

You write without irony

And words spin away

But I see the irony

You've nothing to say

And you lie every day

There is no game to play

Can near pull you away

From whatever it is you may be

I am difficult to see

It's getting difficult to breathe

I have no secrets left to keep

I am feeling strangely weak

I am waiting for one slow week

To catch up on this lost sleep

To roll over and sink in deep

And forget about you

And forget about me

And I will forget

I will forget you soon

I will dream and die

But I will not lie again.