I am,
I will do,
however many times,
verily, I say to you,
that I am about to die

I am so close.
I can hear his breathing
Behind me when I walk
And I see his shadows behind me
Whenever I look.

However subverted I may seem,
Scythe marks replace footsteps
satirical monologue replace thoughts
Awkward uncertainty replace fate

I am no fool.

I am not ignorant

I just seem to know that
death is very close to me
And I am certain
Beyond all doubt
That there is no foreseeable future

This isn’t a monologue reading of my depression
I am not reciting verses to cure myself
Of these thoughts
in hopes that they will leave me

I’m simply here to express
My distaste for the living
How sweet those secret kisses I stole from death
when we shared the shadows

so in fact
I am not dying
I am falling in love
Which is just the same thing really

I’m glad to see you can find
Such beautiful things the world
has to offer.
to tread carefully, and, behold,
he gave the flowers and trees to you,
The sun recreated in your image
Convincing the stars
That they weren’t all that heavenly
Compared to you.

And when he saw in you light,
hastened the hands of foolish taking
To your happiness
he holds captive trying to imitate.

He came to me in a dream
to live past the cold duty of death
Come to me in my sleep, I might give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath;
Low, lean low
Lets trade heartbeats.

24:33

Happiness is of the interminable
it flows from something I desire to be
born from again.

not possible to understand
At such age
that you find it in the flowers, and the rain.
In her smile
Whose eyes held back seas
And mothered the tides.

You’ll find her lyrics
scattered among the dampened days.
One must only look towards the clouds
call for help and break with the sky
She will hear your cries

Left to nothing but a pile of dry raindrops poured devastated, so difficult to grasp.
She sings with the rain,
Water Falls from her lips.