Death on the Ground

I meet you in the darkness.
We curl-up in my head.
I spill my human lust,
then you leave me for dead.
On the mattress
of the midnight
in my head

I reach around for cover,
but never the light.
Any shame-concealer
to keep me out of sight.
On the mattress
of the midnight
out of sight.

Falling in fantasy
to death on the ground

I can feel the dawning,
and go down to a knee.
Just another 5 AM
mumbled guilty plea.
But the mattress
of the midnight
conquered me.

Falling in fantasy
to death on the ground

Hear the poet singing
"can He excuse my wrongs";
don't know about redemption!
Don't know no other songs?
Still the mattress
of the midnight
all day long.

Falling in fantasy
to death on the ground