silent soul

there's a watermelon in the moon and all the light bulbs are going out

the clouds are orange from street light love.
i long for a purple dawn
and a kiss in the snow

all i have now is insomnia
and pitiful lust.

i feel lost without the stars
and lucid
holding a bloodied thumb out to hitch a ride
and i think -
"if i were to die right now, what would change?"
but the answer comes, nothing.
so i wait.

the scent of life might be the most beautiful perfume
the sound the wind makes when it tickles the wet leaves
the taste of love in every kiss upon all the lips you've ever touched...
i don't know these things anymore.

somebody once told me that love is like dancing, you gotta do it fearlessly or not at all.
i'm a clumsy dancer
like two left feet.

my silent soul whispers and shouts
but i'm a ghost
trapped in a zombie's body.