(A continuation of a what would be probably a story plot.)

Not tonight, boy? Not tonight? Tonight, it seems, the moon forgot to fall down. My eyes are drawing pretty circles of empty and the rain comes down in crimson and violet.

I asked myself what was the beginning and the end. Doesnt matter to me anymore, boy. I sing tonight, like a nightingale, your nightingale. And I wait here, in this haunted cell, for my king to redeem me and bring me home. But don't forget boy! I am the pawn in your master plan! The core that keeps you here! Don't you fucking forget that!

Lovers, so in love with themselves like wet sand to their feet, write their names obsessedly on insubstantial medium. For hope that the waves will carry their hopes to reality land. The walls my canvas, the veins my paint pots, Another picture resurfaces tonight. Tomorrow, they'll scream and sink to their knees. But let's paint and sing tonight.

Listen to me! Hear my convictions and witness my faith, nothing feels real anymore. I'm not gonna try to get out of here anymore. So I'll wait, tonight. Just tonight, boy. And you will return to this abyss with me. We'll go further down, further than we have ever went, but not tonight, not tonight.
Tonight, I retreat into my black above. Tonight, not tonight, girl, not tonight. I need to reconnect with my broken words and carve them into my bones. Let me nurse my wilted love and wounded soul. Peel back these bandages these doctors have restrained upon me and see the scars of countless, mindless things.

Tonight, I seek bitter solitude in this blackhole alone. Sing to me, I may hear you, girl. Talk to me, I'll try to keep up with you. But dont wait for me to follow through. I have been lazy for too long, hiding for weeks in these bed of piss and sweat.

Draw the pictures, my pretty lady, and I'll provide the words. I am the only one who sees the beauty in your insanity that eats you alive. But tonight, think I'll write for me this time. I've got this whole box of words tangled all up in a knot screaming your name. If i don't unleash them, thye might turn upon me and devour me whole.

Sing to me! Your sweet melodious voice that seems to hide every other dirty little secrets around these dark corners. These walls around us with your pictures and my words; they are our only companions. I am your only companion. Listen to my ragged breathing and feel my damned existence. I'm still here. I'm always here. But I won't be here tonight. I can hear you but I'm not listening. Not tonight, girl, not tonight.