Another Night.

There's a bruise on my neck, and it was a long night.
There's a demon inside and it doesn't let me sleep for long
When I kissed first and when I kiss now, the demon smiles.
The bruise seems to be growing, being fed by it. There's a place he has chosen to live in,
You have been there and you know how it feels, the warmth is comforting.
At times I get smothered, it takes too much space, and I try to take it out.
But the void is not what I want.
He tries and keeps track of memories, I help him with the numbers,
He caresses the bruise quite often, this makes it grow.
It leaves me alone at nights and I can't bear the loneliness.
You came, many others did, but he can't be replaced. And so I undress myself,
Reach for the hot water and stand under it, it helps wash away.
I will sit under it this night, it will wash up the dirt like it did the naivety.
Nothing forced, nothing in control, I just want to grab the bar by the shower
And sit for a while. I can see that the night will last forever, I don't know when I got lost.
I remember seeing you win, but I was still quiet. You want me to remember our first bed
And our first night, but I'd rather sit here tonight. Let me wash up and stay under the
Water, nothing else seems so quiet. And tomorrow I will brush my hair like I did yesterday
And some one just like you will be there to take me by the hand, and I will hold on to the demon
Throughout the night, we will laugh at him and talk about so many others who came and cried
I will cradle it in my heart, and leave him by the night. And I will undress again to wash away.
And the bruise tonight will consume, like many others do.