There's a Beauty in this Room

Tomorrow died already
so did the day after and before that
time slips like roachs in this hotel room
and time slips like memories i can't stand...
broken windows and torn screens
the flies come in and muse on me
these words
are the only thing driving a man from madness
i hope nobody ever likes them
i hope you all think i suck
because the more you hate me
the more you despise what i do
the more you think i'm a bad man
i know me for sure
i have this good heart beating in my chest
this good heart that doesn't let me think
but make rash decisions at point
i am weird
and i am conflicted
and i am a hypocritical
but everyone is
may all the fairies dance
upon my head while i sleep
and may you show up one day
at work
at my home
at my bedroom window
and surprise me
may you breath upon my neck
and rub your lips against my cheek
hold me tight
it's the only good thing that won't spoil
for as much torment in this mans soul
i won't ever do wrong to anyone who doesn't deserve
to be
urinated upon.