I love wearing all my clothes on at once

Cut them all up in little squares

And sow each disheveled piece 

Into a garment of my grief;

So stained with my own sorrow,

They rip and dissolve under

My ruthless, burning heat;

Eat the sun with a soiled spoon;

I love the way you love, sincere

Without any apology for the time,

A casual fuck, a heartwarming cry 

Eyes bloodshot with a lust

Too heavy for you to carry

Through the night,

I love people who smile too much, 

And people who don't smile at all,

I want it all or nothing at all;

Dance with a stomach full of wine,

Limp with a sorrow full of hope;

A ghost hunting the walls of 

Your home;

I want to wither in front of everyone

I have ever loved

And call it living;

Never let my hair grow

Past my shoulders;

I want to drink stale wine 

On a Tuesday evening,

Together with the dying sun

Painted across his face

I want to see how the light hides

In between his worn out wrinkles;

A hide and seek of despair;

Painful reminder of how illegal 

Our love is supposed to be;

Instead of muffled moans escaping

His bedroom on a Sunday night;

A kind of fatherly love

With his fingers down my throat;

Swallowing every complain I ever had

About my fathers absence and how

His stale old breath bore reminders

Of every time I went to sleep 

Without a goodnight text

from the people I once shared

A bed with;

Said at my age, you burned with the strength 

Of a thousand black stallions;

Said you cursed God himself

And ate out of his fruitful bowl of blessings,

Reckless you were like a drunken

Teenager at his peak of endurance;

Said you rode into the night

Like you had no soul to spare,

No love left to soil,

Said when the party is over,

We all end up alone;

When the moneys been spent

And the whiskey's been downed;

You said we all wake up alone,

With a strange bruise on your neck,

And an ache in your chest;

An unforgiving pain where your heart

Should have laid,

We all wake up alone

and left to make our bed

To lay in

 I am the masked man, in the night

That you fear on the way home,

A drunken fool of the light that

Shines the dimmest on days

Where the world feels too heavy,

And your hands burn holes through 

My thighs;

Oh, lover of the night, lover of the light, 

Who taught you of such spells of courage;

You'd simmer under the heat of my heart

You'd crack and splinter under the weight

Of my tongue;

A fragmented image of the girl you used 

To call your own,

An empty shell you used to call your home;

I parade myself like I have a soul to show;

Like I have a wound to thaw,

Like I don't search the streetlights late at night

For some warmth to hold close;

An empty bed, A heavy head to rest

A taste of sorrow together with every breath;

A faint smile, A silent death

A masked man in the night

That you fear the best