Nocturne

What’s the appeal;
What’s the deal
With the boy next door?

Why do I see romance
In his shuffling arrogance?
I detect in his disinterest
A heart forlorn.

Another black hole
On parole.
Here’s the keys
To my soul.

Another vain brat
At the hub of a short-sighted universe.
Set me free from the urge
To purge myself of me.

Give me the strength to reject.
Give me the time to decline.
There’s plenty less spineless fish
In the sea you say.
But when will they come my way?

Heaven’s corrupt.
I’m not there.
Is it fair?
Am I wrong?

Companions will come.
In tandem you’ll take on the world
With incendiary verve.
And what’s more it won’t be long.

Alas, how’s a lack
Instigate an attack
On your heart?

An absence can scar.
Who do real wounds think they are
Compared to
A thing that’s not even there?

Give me nerve to discern.
Give me the night to decide
I always saw best in the dark, you say.
Will anyone light my way?