Lucas McEmery

Swallow hard, and look into the mirror. The holidays are coming, the sidewalks watch my eyes sore over you.   Drink the sun to forget about me, and wallow in the hardships of lust. Nautical stars turn black before you. While the sun sets on nothing too special. It's getting cold outside, it's getting cold inside. My heart starts to shiver at the site of. . . Morning. Awake me from my slumber with butterfly kisses and sweet nothings whispered to a photograph.  

Well, Well, Well. So we meet once more. The morn. I have had a tough time with you as of late. In fact, I don’t like to see you at all. Your bud, the sun, is one of my worst dreams and you seem to show up with her all too much. If you would hear a word I say, then I would tell you off, but you hate to hear. But I hear, oh how I hear.

My tale is your wish? What wish? What tale? Tell me what I am here for! Tell me why I am who I am! This place is land filled with “waste” and you made me so I would hate the look of it. So, come on. Your tale is way too much for me. I wish it would stop and that you would just shut up.

So I was at my desk two days past with the end to write. You had set for the eve and there were ten hours to pass till you would be seen again, see also: that bitch you call the sun. The dark that had fell on to my room that night was very... able. Able you ask? Yes, VERY able in fact. He could have fed on me if he had the urge. I was more than at will to let him take me that night. More than at will! But he did not want me and I was not able to push the theme as of gloom. That noose took a very open feel but the dark would not wrap it up or tie it to my neck. So, I had to stop, put my pen down, and sleep. Sleep is all that will keep me here. I live best here when I am some where else in my dreams. And now I am here, here in front of you. In front of my doom. You are my doom. Bid me your will. Do with me what I should have had the heart to do.

Why? I hate me, that is why. End me. End my pain. DO NOT tell me no. This is my last bed, and if not, if I wake... I will wait for you to come the next light.