Jessie Reyes you mentioned.
He's got love for me.
Is this real.
The way I feel. Confessional.
Is I have. Thoughts.
Hopes its eventually real
That the devil himself. In best
Attire. Couldn't dress up as incredibly
well.
As the masking machine. Monster
I made to hide.
My ****** tells. Heart swells
I'm like ****. I'm in motion. Of chemical. Grief...... Tell em
When my weapon. Of war.
Is a heavenly peace. .......Let um
I feel his smell and its sweet.
My hopes are rejected.
But inside I'm crying
Why am I seeing.
Stan.
In my pathetic reflection.
I get it. I see it. But I don't know
What the mental illness
Projected.
Voices and people
dripping wax over
The coals of smoke. Blowing
Holes in my head ex direction
While my brain.
Is directed. In detective mode
No shred of unbiased
Investment
Twenty seconds. Into my
Match of inter dimensional.
Tetris.
I see slim by the window.
Pitching up a Jimmy necked tent n
The sky turns dead
And his tents getting wet.
So I crept in the entrance.
Asked him a question.
My mind became. A black sky
With gastro swelling
And negative pressure. In my I lower intestine.
Like a puff from the dragon.
Selling me seconds.
In an abandoned fan lit.
Gas fueled. Combustion.
So fast not even my stomach.
Had a chance to react
It just happened.
Dance with my last name
A fast removal. Of credit.
*** balloon heads are
For the newly dead.
And your such a beautiful
Couple