with stolen wings and evil ways

These are the darkest hours of all
Not from the lack of lustre
Not from the dull sheen, uneven from wear
but from the consuming darkness within
Sixty minutes of time that actually consumes the light
It begins on these nights.
When attempts are made, ventures,
journeys
And still nothing. The most awful horror and failure.
Like an empty chamber, you initiate an action and nothing happens.
All living smiles die and unborn smiles drown in their womb.
Even the best of friends, the truest of all companions
cannot mend this breach. 
With a pure heart and a wagging tail he is still unable to touch
the core of me, and I have no one to blame.

I'd like it to be you.
I'd like to imagine that. Even though it convicts me,
and holds my heart up to ridicule.
I'd like to imagine that you'll see this and ache with pity for me,
even as you're warmed by how you still hold me.
My every weakness is compacted, hardened, and aged.
Diamonds for the next explorer to traverse.
I've bartered all my anger and given away outright all
the implements that drew lines between us.
There is no longer any evidence that it meant anything at all.
It's just my word against yours

11*18*06
manic