Happy, is the Home?

I’m an imperfect man
In an imperfect body
I’m never happy or sad
And surely not sorry

Dead eyes
Black heart
You think there’s no love here
But each day
In different ways
The few I let know me
See love leak
Ripe with decay

I am the silhouette
Smoking cigarette
Clinging to your lungs
Breathing my fear into you

But you love
Would abide
My fall

So I
I go home
To my favourite shadow
And cry out
Pushing down my love
Until all you see
Is your devil in disguise

Climbing up the wall
Of loneliness
Dousing the fires
Of happiness
Until there’s no joy
At all

© 2012, Mosquitobyte