Nights Are The Worst Poem by Dan Brown

I share my bed with falling brick,
causing too many wounds to lick.
The darkness brings a hurtful peace,
oiled by tears that never cease.

I lie; a corpse of your attack
with shards of memories inside.
They're buried, not just in my back,
but in everything that's died.

My one-track mind will not derail,
nor will the stomach-knot unwind.
I try to heal my heart but fail;
it's in two havles I just can't bind.

Your warming smile won't leave my head -
it refuses to set me free.
I won't forget the things you've said
when you're running back here to me.

I'm still awake to greet the Sun -
to embrace a bright, new ray.
And though it seems like you have won,
you're not impossible to slay.

For now, though, I must ride that wave;
remember how little you gave.
Yet I fear the clock reaching 10
for when night comes it starts again.