A Simple Sumer's Tuesday Night Poem by Kevin Lynch

Tonight; a simple Summer's Tuesday night,
Following a lenghtly warm beautiful day,
With birds that chirp and trees that sway,
A beautiful day, with everything so right..

But when the sun hid behind the horizon,
The night became something cruel,
Where pain, sorrow and betrayal rule,
And leave me to become the wisen...

Wise in the opposite to the daylight's grace,
Learned in suffering, sadness and sorrow,
Mastered in knowing no hope for tomorrow,
Trapped in a strange altered wretched place.

And the events in this prison, on this infamous,
Wicked evening are played out like a tragic,
Shakespearean play, with an evil black magic
Brought forth by a loving friend so famous.

She who wouldn't do something simple to bring
Me happiness or a feeling of temporary joy,
And all she had to do, was lie and be coy,
But this song for a best friend she would not sing.

I asked her to lie, play a game of lore with me,
Coax and tease me, just to remove the pain,
Help me obtain an experience of being sane,
It'd help me recover... But a player, she wouldn't be.

It's not for a sick pleassure, or twisted fun.
But for her I had feelings of loving lust
Or lusting love. But now they are dust,
As I'm hollow now, because I need someone.

Someone to feel for, whom I could care,
And she was you, but you didn't feel the same,
But as a friend, you should have reduced the pain.
Just play along my friend with golden hair.

But she wouldn't, and crippled me so,
I ran away with warm flowing tears,
Against my heart, her action shears,
And then I tried the only thing that I know

Stops the pain forever, removes all the sorrow,
I made myself ready, and I clenched a fist,
Then my wretched blade I slashed against wrist,
To stop the coming of pain, but also stop tomorrow.

I looked at the wound with wicked glee,
I could see the bluely veins between the cut skin,
But they are unscaved, and my glee begins to thin.
I collaspe, I failed to die, and I continue to be.

The blood poured out slow, not like I had thought,
I wanted it to burst out violently and drain,
Drain me from all this evil, sorrow and pain,
To be free from it all, that's what I had sought.

I curl up in a ball, tears and blood flow
Onto the tiled floor of this silent room
That spectates and lets the sorrow bloom,
What shall I do next... I do not know.

Half an hour passes, maybe even more,
I pick myself up and clean the drops
Of tears and blood from these props
Resting on this cold bathroom floor.

No one knows what I have just attempted,
Everything oblivious but the room and the blade,
Towards my room and through the pain, slowly I wade...
All because of you, and my feelings you tormented...