yabs

Here I stand again
Surrounded by the insanity
Of the mystical full moon
Rationalizing my exile
(from the "she's" of my life)

All in delusions
From whence I pressed my lips
Against the the dream
Of the soft warmth of yours

Until I am satisfied
with the the nothing
That I chose to make real
Within the confines of my mind

I open my mouth and utter
All the sweet words
I lock within my subconscious
Just so I can smile

Just so I can move on yet again
Away from fears and inadequacies
So here I am once again relieved
Set for another day distanced from emotion