Poking at my innards,
inside my deep vast soul...

Behind Her,
Hidden on the inside...

Another damn day,
spent like gambling...

No ones heard,
no one knows...

Cancer doesn't care,
whether fit or sad...

Its unbelievable,
the suit-coat pain...

Whether or not my existence,
was pre-ordained or set in stone...

Staring into her coffee mug,
she looks around the room...

Every story has an ending.
even the cliffhangers do...

Go caress the weeping girl?
the one without a smile...

Little blue Parakeets,
they rough around all day...

My love,
serene obscenity...