"It's not your fault"

I'm crying in my room,
Doors locked,
In the middle of the night.
Delight? I'm far away,
But a fine wisp of morning
Mist, raven's call of the day,
Rooster's first crow driving
Deep silence away. Earth
Shatters anew in oblivion,
Re-inventing the wheel of
Self; who art thou? My
Salvation? The lady of
Shalott? I gotta go now
See about a girl.


Inspired by the movie "Good Will Hunting".

F**ked up

Had a lot to drink last night.
Bitter, sweet, pungent ale; taste
Still lingers on my heavy tongue,
Blocking thoughts away.
Were you there? I doubt it, lady.
You probably were asleep,
Quiet in your tidy bed,
Dreaming the charming prince,
Locked tight in a deep embrace.
Why didn't you think of me, lady?
Am I not the Holy Child? Ain't I
The savior of truth and beauty?
What have I done to distance you?
Pray tell me, so I could don back my regalia.