I Want To Write My Random Thoughts And Feelings

Sweltering summer days, beating down
Freezing nights come around
Never cold enough in this apartment
Though she's always cold in her lament

She just goes silent
Then when it's passed, she gets violent
Like a calm, and then a storm
And she thought she was my port

But now I know, I never knew myself
And how could she know any piece of me?
It was all left, sitting in the dark
As I tried to be, who I thought I'd like to be.

Always doing, never thinking
Built a pile, of rotten stinking
Garbage life, this is my shrine
A rat's nest bed, and a bottle of wine

And I'm happier now that I'm alone
Because she's not here, to break my home
As broken as it appears to be
It's good enough for a rat like me.

And now I've got wine,
I'm feeling fine.
I've got work, so pay no mind.
But still I miss the arms of that swine.

Divinity watch over me
I'll count my blessings, and live righteously
For a day, or two, then lose patience
I wish I could take a permanent vacation.

And so it goes, and so it be
Why dare to dream, like poor Eileen?
Left to die out on the street,
When loved, in love is all she wanted to be?

Now she roams with a demon prince
And she's never had to kiss ass since
A revolver's a lady's best friend
It seems extremes deem the end.

I suppose in the words of a sage
I heard some time ago, in recent day
Some get strong, some get strange
I guess some truths don't ever change.