Solitary Confinement: Song for the broken.

 

“Psst...” I wake up to pitch black, again.

“Huh...?” My voice is all gravelly from sleep. I feel movement next to me. Damn spring mattresses. It’s Insanity. I can feel the material from his shirt. Gods, it is now a practice to climb into my bed at night, isn’t it? I scoot over, out of habit. He climbs right in. I don’t even have to say anything. He’s warm now, that’s a good thing. I freaked out a bit during the day. He felt like his brother, the one in the armor. I guess being dead sucks, huh?

“I can’t get to sleep...he whispers. That sucks, really.

“What do you want me to do about it?” I try not to sound ratty, but hey, I just got woken up in the middle of the night after a booze-ful party. I don’t feel like a happy camper right now.

“...” No response. Now I feel bad...poor kid...I sigh. Why am I being nice all of a sudden? I wrap my arms around him. I feel like I’m gonna break him. He sighs, I can feel his ribs. Geez...I wish I could feed him...God...

Lay beside me, under wicked sky
The black of day, dark of night, we share this paralyze
The door cracks open, but there's no sun shining through
Black heart scarring darker still, but there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining through
No, there's no sun shining...

“What…?” He startles me with a question. I ‘m certain that he fell asleep!

“Oh, just something I had in my head…..” I respond with a short answer. I didn’t know I’d just been singing aloud. I sound good…hey, I’m allowed to be narcissistic.

“I like it….” He sounds really dazed, like when you go to the doctor for surgery and they make you wear that creepy mask and pour in the chloroform. That kinda dazed. “Is there any more…?”

I sigh, why me?

Lay beside me, this won't hurt I swear
She loves me not, she loves me still, but she'll never love again
She lay beside me, But she'll be there when I'm gone
Black heart scarring darker still, yes she'll be there when I'm gone
Yes, she'll be there when I'm gone
Dead sure she'll be there...

He’s finally asleep now. Thank Buddha….or Zeus…whoever exists. I sigh again, he’s such a child at night.