In summer, we used to drive to demolition sites...
we'd chat. You told me you loved to watch falling...
The sky, the moon
and ocean sands that meet the blue...
I was a glass, and broke in a variety of ways.
Blood in broken glass it's severed heart...
I hope you finally closed the door
I left it open when I left that day...
I breath in deep; this sour sound
of feet shuffling away...
If I could shrink an ailing body piece
then from my chest dilute the torrid pain...
At times I feel you are here, as I write
like you are breathing from the page...
We'll never know and never see
What could become of you and me...
A heart of cold
It’s a sad tale to tell, but, many in this world...
You've driven me insane,
and destroyed my brain...
I'm looking at the stars.
I start to feel inspired...
Oh you damned devil,
You beautiful monster...