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Oh, Darling
The silver of the planet fills my vision and the farthest parts of my soul are inhaling the blood moon scent of the hard and unforgiving ground.
Every stream across the dark midday sky reminds me of you.
The gargling, choking, gasping sounds I make doesn't alert you.
No, you are looking for someone to serenade you.
You don't want a poet of mass self-destruction.
A paperweight of small nails in shape of paperclips.
As useless as the instruments sound to you.
And the tireless twirling of those long black wires and cat green eyes that slip through the night.
Brilliance of ice poking through layers of self-control and carefully placed heat.
Every word that I spoke, conviction and ardor coloring faster than the blood that soaks your wrists.
The singing of the clock upon these volatile times.
Volcanos erupted across the world and the wonder wasn't enough to bring you back to me.
Nothing like the stained glass windows and blank canvas walls calling home from hospital rooms.
Red lights in the distance oh too far away.
Flashes,
flashes,
we all fall down.
Down,
down,
down
Away from earth in spiraling tunnels of too bright colors and broken promises.
Sulfur or lavender both reminding us of the symphony we never got to hear.
I was never musically inclined, no death was further than the answer.
And in the acrid smoke of every drug you ever breathed in I found your body, rainbow sounds sand broken color showed me just how wrong.
When the floor tilted and mirrors shattered and I was closer to you than the starts I brunt myself on nightly.
Nicotine in my blood and acid on my tongue. Beautiful darling, we were never enough for each other.
