Scarlet pierces through the knit wool sweater.
A harsh contrast against the untouched snow.
The gun comes down, her eyes are cold, yet her
ragged breath betrays fears she will not show.

Blinking, the aether coming into view.
One foot in the grave, I think of my wife.
A blood bubble bursts as if on a cue,
and all I think, "what a wonderful life."

I like to think I'm bright sometimes,
mindlessly warbling my words.
Dropping subtle reference to
the allegory of the cave,
the 101 of a white guy.

I have a confession to make.
I'm a liar, a ****** fool.
There is nothing academic
in my bones, just spit and hot air.
Perhaps once these words had meaning,
but for now it's merely static.

There are bedbugs in my head
And they are singin your song.
I don't know if we're dead
So for now I'll sing along.

Tonight, I took some time to stare at the moon.
A chalk-like beacon showing the way.
Invading my shadows, invading my brain.
A foolish man, I took a smoke.
Yes, I let the parchment numb my lips.
Igniting my windpipe and returning a kiss.
I drove in circles, neverending,
Second by second crawling by.
Another drag and I'm returned to this plane
With a cough I continue to move again.
But still, there remains one thing that did not change.
Tonight, I took some time to stare at the moon.

In a different time
a different place
I died at 19.
Alone in a room so
sterile.
The phone never pierces
into my black, rotted heart.
You never remind me
Of who I am.
Of what I mean.
I slash my wrists
and an echo remains.

But
You did.
I'm here.
Alive.
In love.
Our hands intertwined.
You saved my life,
and now it is ours.

Thank you.

The lights cut out and I was lost.
I screamed into the void and it
screamed back
and
I really
wish this memory was not lost.
I wish
I could taste it in my ******* soul.
Instead I live.
Instead I love.
So I write this letter to my brother.
I may not remember, but I will not forget.

The wane and ebb of the wave within my brain,
A pain ever-glowing, flowing within
Why can't I sing any longer?
Why won't these thoughts remain insane?

I bid good night to the spider,
it's been a wonderful life.
But now this too must end,
as my heart is numbed by iron.