Put It to Sleep

The power gave out
At a quarter til 9
November 2016
The rain and the fog
Concealed the gold moon
It was the darkest night I'd never seen

Stumbled my way to the kitchen
And I fumbled around the drawers
And I found that white matchbook
From the tavern last week
Choked up and burn it to the core

Lights come to rest on some memories
Visions I'd lost to my dreams
The glow scaled the walls
And it painted my ceiling
So I laid down
And let myself think
And I thought

Did she need me for comfort?
Did she need me to breathe?
Or did she need someone to suture the wounds
That nobody cared to see?
Oh I ain't so bad
But I ain't too good
At keeping things tight at the seams
So I closed my eyes
And put it to sleep

Those were the good days
The old ones
When your hard times were feeble and meek
Them demons wouldn't dare
Poke out their heads
Lies hid behind smiling teeth

But your habits, they're harmless
And ruts grow with age
Decay is the flow of a stream
Meanders and wanders
Not making a sound
Till your insides buckle and scream
But I still thought

Did she need me for comfort?
Did she need me to breathe?
Or did she need someone to suture the wounds
Nobody cared to see?
Oh I ain't so bad
But I ain't too good
At keeping things tight at the seams
So I closed my eyes
And put it to sleep

The power gave out
At a quarter til 9
November, 2016