Its times like this
when its quiet and still...
Little Carole Jean
You were born to early...
A song that passes through me,
A feel of the summer sun on my skin...
She dances with her sins tonight
In the moon light they disappeared tonight...
Solid fatal bullet violently forcibly entering my...
Black life sustaining rivers of blood spewing out...
I lie in here waiting still.
The clock ticks...
I found you
lying on the bathroom floor...
Funeral homes are colder than usual
in late spring...
Cracked mosaic pavements
Slow rolling tears...
Tear Uncontinued
It was the day before I die...
So I have to let it out
From a long time, I have been holding it on...
I told them if I lose him too, I will die
Because these are the threads that bind me whole...