I have outlived all my wives
outlasted all of my lovers...
You pushed me from pillar-to-post
which became painful...
I once gave you the tools to shatter my own heart,
I forced your hand and made us fall apart...
To have a lump
lodged deep within my throat...
I lie in here waiting still.
The clock ticks...
When your life's vitality slowly dims away,
There is surprisingly nothing left for itself to...
I try not to open my eyes,
Because the thought of everything is too hard to...
Funeral homes are colder than usual
in late spring...
A life once lived inside this flesh,
Twas happy and divine...
My pen is filled with so many tears,
the paper is beginning to look like...
Memoirs of my manic mentality
scratches denial, deeply into my skin...
Here's the thing;
I can't act like I don't miss you...