Curling gray mist and dark clouds of
wine colored rain...

Drunken words, slurred thoughts
I can feel the cold press of...

The city scape and lights
His warm eyes blank, dead...

I'm knee deep in water
my eyes and face turned to the sky...

I fall the mirror
my head passes last...

Cold, shallow, a cell
you dive into the sun...

I can see the end
Red flowers on your skin...