Maybe Tomorrow

The feeling won't quit lingering downstairs. It's made its way into the lobby and is prying by the mailboxes. Hungry and reckless, it has no sense of time. Sliding around around on skates the yellow punishes those who flirt. Strength is uniform when dealing with decadence such as this. If the tears cease to fall it will all become a bluish gray. Drink up the solids to ward off the emptiness. Start to feel good except it won't last. Dread is creeping up under the lake. Green eyes and scales compose the skin. Meet it at the mid point and give right in. Easy enough to start. Harder still to stop. The end will come soon. Being alone with this burden is no good. 

"I'm going to walk around until I find. Somebody to treat me, to treat me kind."