Plastic stars fall to the ground in 8-bit time.
A beeping musical accompaniment.

Enraged sunlight binds down the horizon.
Clearly seen through the smoke.

Electric fireflies accelerate harmoniously.
Dodging the blooming darkness enveloping a corpse.

My fuel pump is broken.

Deceit for many moons.
Many days, many lies.
To see you through many moods.
The thought waters my eyes.

How is it I have let this go?
How is it that I have known?
The pain that holding this would cause.
Makes me wish my heart would pause.

I know I'll tell you.
I'll tell you soon.
Yet the more I hate it,
The more I swoon.

No places to breathe.
No sights to see.
No emotions to feel.
No experience real.
No capacity left.
No motivation to move.
No thoughts to ponder.
No desire to wander.

You wanted to know algebra.
So I taught it to you.
Your mind crystal clear.
Yet your fingers were blue.
I hold the name of your lost son.
You held me close, as your only one.
You said you loved me as you laid in bed.
I still love you.
But now you're dead.