I'm ready to say goodbye
No one would care anyway...
There you stand, your arms spread wide,
Giggling in the faded sun...
II'm sitting here
waiting by the phone...
I run my fingers through my hair:
Pacing up and down to collect these shuttered...
Warmth...
from pressed lips...
There once was a flame that was slowly dying,
Because of this a girl was crying...
Kiss me
Before my last breath...
I look out of my window...
with anemic eyes everything below and above me...
Fluorescent lights are strewn
across the ceiling...
His flesh that was burned from that great fire,
Why did that can of gasoline have to explode...
Please. . .
Take the bottle...
He was a beautiful boy,
so young and vibrant...