Chiaroscuro

I'm holding the shades until darkness falls
the light outside is too bright to let reality stroll
Too tender still to dream

I'd take it you don't feel that way,
but then again we can never ignore
what we just couldn't say...

Bring it out, the reasons for despair,
will you take me if you aren't there?
How'll you hold if you lose your might
and why the echo of despites...?

Strange hold, this mutiny of despondency allures
the caricature of reassurance fading fast,
who's the winner in the race to submerge in ruck?

Denial denial, who's won the trial,
and how've kept emotions at bay?
Throbbing more and more to decimate the demons,
but no angels out to play

Cut to the chase, where is our resting place?
Why is it seeming
like I'm losing the blot that was just my space?

What happens if we don't live today,
tomorrow will will bear the same blue
Hollow insanity in a circus-town
waiting for a joke that draws a smile
on the nip/tuck faces that no longer emote

The faded brightness will merge with darkness one day
the differences blended logics ended,
will we in our own destiny have no say...

tethered to dry in this balming summer
reflecting shades of the bygone
holding to shapes, holding to dawn...

and similarities challenged true
from where I started to what I've become
I've landed myself a different hue,
a different me, a different you...