Misery In Twilight:

Make me sick, make me sputter
Make this stitch, hold together
Eager Twists, In a somber tune
Calm my nerves and cut my mood
The sting you felt, well, might be mine
A square into a circle and the forced I'm fines
Full of self, or full of shit
Full of something, emptied quick

A soft sentence, soaked in ache
A hard shame, with a blistered break
Misery's gone, but I want it back
I need twilight to prove I've lacked
What others miss, or turn the cheek
Sight so clear yet this leaves me weak
Cause things I see, are so often split and I don't want to go alone
Just like you, when the impulse quits