City of Lost Souls

In the city of the lost souls,
that's where I found my faith.
A twisted deliverance of evil
in a cruel and nasty fate.

The eyes were dark and menacing,
and nothing was left to say.
Just a gasp to my last breath
life escaped from my lips.

A knurled and hungry hand
took a hold of my hair.
Dragged me to my knees.
This I thought was the end,
death among the streets.

Of this quiet towns light,
an angel came to my side.
Disguised as my murderer,
he looked into my eyes.

He breathed a gentle breath,
and moved hair from my face.
'Why…..' he whispered,
his voice catching on wire.
'Why are you out tonight?'

He let go of my hair,
as lank and plain as it is.
And stood me up straight,
still gazing into my face.

Memories happen to music,
and this was to the chords of us.
His heart started beating,
and his eyes came alive,
on this quiet night.

How was I too know?
What would happen to me?
I didn't wait one moment,
I kicked and turned to flee.

My legs did not fail,
it was my heart and my senses that did.
I ran from his gentle touch,
into this misty dusk.

Back to my hellhole.
My demon waiting for my return.
A bottle thrown out of the window,
as I screamed,
as he hurled
….a bottle of Jack Daniels,
straight into my face.

And so my tormenter died
a night of slow and painful sleep.
His cold grey eyes,
had nothing left to see.

I found him slumped,
he looked half asleep.
I thought no more,
other then to check his wallet and
shit……
that's when I saw,
his eyes rolled
to the back of his head.

The heart of my tormenter,
was nothing but a fly,
curled up and dried,
death took him long ago.

And so the lights
they have been off since.
I never go home.
His body may be gone,
but the memory lives on.

I only enter the room,
for an hour sleep,
only to awake with diamonds
on my skin,
and a prayer to a lost faith.

I still walk the streets,
to find some light in the world,
only to be rained on,
spat at,
and called to from cars.

At least the moon never dies,
I only wish it does.
Maybe then this world,
won't be full of the things,
the creatures of the night,
who follow me home.

I found him once again,
under the street lamp
where we met.
His hands were tired and old.

As he looked up,
a smile touched his lips,
and the harshness melted
into the cold.

'Why are you out?'
He whispered,
as he touched my soul,
so softly as he did with my hair.

I smiled shyly,
and stood before him,
I was lost,
and unafraid.

'Why are you?'
my voice caught,
stranded like his own.

'I'm waiting,'
he paused,
and looked away,
unsure of what he was.

'I'm late,'
I held my breath,
and waited for time
to pass.

'For what?'
he answered,
after a little more.

'I kept you waiting,
for a month,
more-or-less,
I'm sorry,
you must be cold….'

He blinked,
I froze,
He smiled,
I smiled.

And the world
just disappeared.
'It's ok,'
he whispered,
'You're worth the wait,
I would have waited for years…'

I held out my hand,
his soft skin touched mine,
and we walked into
the nights life.

For in the city of the lost souls,
that's where I found my faith.
A twisted deliverance of evil
in a cruel and beautiful fate.

His eyes once dark and menacing,
had so much more to say.
Just a hold of his hand,
we'll take forever in a day……
…in a day.