A whiff of
death smell...

Sunday comes
sunday goes...

There's no pain
I cant contain...

Blow by
devastating blow...

Almost october
spring almost over...

Dark paint on virgin canvas
screed the walls fearless...

Body form immaterial
mere worthless carcass...

While jeffrey laid dying
my life was metamorphosing...

How can anything be light
in hours most dark...

Having removed all
tangible love trace...

A steady numbing ache
throbbing in the region...

Just into the first year
and it means nothing...