Evidentiary
Forever falls down my cheek
With your hand within my hand
Absently wiping away the only
Evidence I was ever real
While I become even more
A stranger to myself
Distanced within
A mere written comfort
Of companionship
Or formulated constant
As creative only
To my own private world
For outside my head,
I have no home
To protect, nor host
The ghosts
Haunting my reality
Of this disturbing verity
All is painfully evident
Albeit dying moons
Traipsing night
Across a starlit sky,
Or a sulking angst
Mourning amidst
The shadows of fortune
‘Tis a piercing torment
As only gain in searching
Deprivation for relevance
Of what's indicative
Or perhaps evidentiary
Unto where it all went wrong
When only to discover instead
A grotesqueness of truth
As what turns me irrevocably pale
(My only evidence to relevance)
Yeah, this is my melancholic story
And as told
By each passing night
Unto my silent awareness
It's about to get a lot worse.
