Before Dawn

I want you to tell me what it means
To feel like you’re drowning on salty air,
And how the lights line up to show me a way out
Before it’s too late for me to be saved.

Tell me why I never seem to pick the right path,
How I can’t seem to differ right from wrong,
Pleasure from pain;
How I keep driving mazes to get myself lost in.

I guess we never want to distance ourselves
From the source that fuels our addictions;
At least, that’s the way I feel about your skin.

I need you to show me why you keep weaving
This intricate bait to lure me into your nest,
Away from the expected and back into the disaster;
Devastating me,
Consuming me.

Don’t stay silent when I ask you to get back,
Like a lost man on an island, begging for salt water.
If you don’t want to keep me in your terms,
Then let me leave with what’s left of what used to be me.

Let me go find where I went
Before it all goes the same way my soul went.

Don’t let me finish my goodbyes,
For I can’t keep a promise when it comes to you.

I hope you never find out just how encased you have me;
Helpless,
At your will,
And other days I just simply wish we were born
In alternative universes so we could both be kings.
Or queens.
They can never tell the difference,
But we do in the way the air feels too oppressive
For us to take a full breath before our demise.

Hoping it isn’t a fall from grace,
And bracing ourselves if it is.