That thing with the sun.
+++++++++++++++++++++
She never wanted to
Talk about suicide so
you didn't .
You just Shot yourself
instead.
right through
the head.
So now she's alone,
you're dead (or living
in Somewhere Else)
and I'm left with the
memory. (of everything
We should have said.)
Hell yes brother life
can suck but there's a
Beauty in it too.
and
Even in the dark A
Sun exists which
could've
dried the hateful tears
which drowned you.
Your kid asks about
You and I lie my ass
Off shamelessly about
a Heaven I long ago
gave up on,
and Angels I doubt..
but he
falls for it same
As you did as a kid
because he's good like
you were...
and
Fuck man...
Id never change any
Of That...
it's probably the only
thing I ever did half
Right...
(Until you stopped
Believing.)
Every one around
me thinks I'm immune,
or insensitive to
the
Pain because I am
still a wicked actor.
they don't read my
Shit
(Or between the lines
Of it) and I'm
Glad...because...well.
like you
I'm
not much of a talker.
(and lied about that
Thing with the sun.)
J.stephen.h.
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