One for the road.

I must still be enveloped in this melancholy, it keeps finding its way out.
What to do? Where to go?
I feel I need to make a new start, cut myself free from some of the chains that hold me down. I need to get out of this place I am living in, I so desperately need to leave. Have you ever lived in a place that seems to draw from your very soul?
I hate to be home, I work overtime without claiming, I go to work early just for the change in scenery.

I am beams of darkness,
Piercing your day.
That cold hand that grasps,
With fear and hate.
I am the tremor of horror,
That runs through your mind.
The creature you hate,
The creature you desire.
The silent sudden dark,
That pilfers your life.

Then again there is always that one shining light, the one that makes life bearable. Just to see her makes so much right, If I was man enough to at least utter her name here this poem would make a little more sense.
Summer,
Moon,
Esoteric,
Hypnotic state........
It all ties in, from the Hindi God who's name means 'The nectar of immortality' represented by the moon.

Bright summer moon,
My idol of esoteric desire.
Your scent, so delicate,
Sends me into ecstasy.
The magnetic pull,
When we are so near.
This weakness I feel,
Inside I crumble.
I desire so much,
To take your hand.
Kiss so gently your neck,
Hot breath caress your cheek.
Forever am I lost in,
This hypnotic state,
You drive me too.
Filled with dreams of you.