Today I thought of you
And buried all that made me blue...
I wrote another poem,
About the time we spent alone...
Broken
Prone...
Look…
Eye to eye...
I’ve been to places were humans are hung like...
Caught and slaughtered; ate by cannibals...
I keep trying to find the words,
They just keep falling apart in my mouth...
Sweat dreams of suicide,
Depression luring me to a fatal end...
Everyone who ends it like this,
Forcing themselves to accept deaths final kiss...
She makes me feel like its raining,
When the suns still out...
Death is the ultimate high,
How are you going to die...
My kiss engulfs the sun,
The stars have won...
Communion of Nine Goddesses,
Sacrament of the Eight Messiahs of Visions...