Late Night S0ul Searching

It's 4 am It seems I'm the only soul awake in the world. The sky a heavy tarp of darkness, I search for the moon. But I can't see it from my view, I can't sleep though I close my eyes. Selected pictures dance and rise . My eyelids flutter, I see your face. I open then and produce a bitter taste. Now here I am with a pen in hand . Trying to write you out of my system and forget your face that is so delicate. Writing means thii nking and I do it anyway everyday What's done cannot be undone, what is said cannot be unsaid. I wipe it off as a tear begins to fall. lost my soul with that splendid traitors kiss. Like the loss of Judas Iscariot You have my heart and it's begun to rot Now my eyes are getting heavy still gripping this BIC pen Trying to write you out of my system. But the torment just begins ...