Broken

Diseased and broken
My heart skips time,
Our love becomes
A pantomime.

With feeling

Bloody my fingers on the shards of my broken heart,
Bark my knees on your sins of omission,
When did baring our scars become foreplay?
My luster fades in your cool, calm eyes
Tell me you want me, once more...

You know nothing, Brennan Gill.

Lament

I'm sorry for the words I spoke 

And those I didn't say,

I'm sorry for each time I failed

To brighten up your day,

I'm sorry for each tear you shed

I counted every one,

I'm sorry that my soiled soul
Has left our love unsung,

I'm sorry I was not enough
To open up your heart,
I'm sorry that we tripped and fell
Before we got to start,

Drowning in my dark lament
Lessons learned are scars misspent.

At your touch

Do you know

The thrill I feel?

Do you see

The smile I wear?

Do you feel

My pulse take flight?

Quietus

Could we be lovers?

Should we be friends?

Will you still haunt me

After it ends?

Somehow it's ending

Never did start,

Sadly I never 

Could love just by part,

Diseased and broken

My heart skips time,

Self-esteem withers

Like fruit on the vine,

The failure is mine,

On that I will dwell,

Guilty of loving

Not wise, but too well.

The other shoe

Watching for the axe to swing

Looking for the hammer-fall,

Hoping for one last sweet breath

Running out of drive to stall,

Dying for a chance to live

Living for a dreadful stop

Circling that famous drain 

Waiting for the boot to drop.