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.