Like pianos
or ovens
or puzzles,
some people
see mornings
and know just what to do.

At 9 pm I take my meds
In one quick shot,
And they kick in too quickly,
And my heartbeat is slowing to a stop.

And so I grip my own hand
In an act of self solidarity,
And my mind begins to dance
To a sinister tritone
Of bleeding eyes, and dead eyes, and rot.

With one quick slash I cure my hand.
With agonising strokes I fix my leg.
And I lay back with pride
As red tears stream
From red faces, bright smiles
Laughing
Wide on my skin.

There you are, my love, my bane —
My everything —
You whisper sweetly in my ear,
Brush your lips to my cheek,
Dripping venom,

And into my side
You stab your claws —
Black, clean and pretty
And now silver, rusting red.

And you lead me to the window
So I follow the night breeze to a ledge
To a gate
To nothing more than a change of state.

The stars are whispering sweetly
In my ear,
In attentive scrutiny they stand.
Unchanged shall they watch
As below them I shall live
or I shall not.

Looking at the sunset facinates me
It's like looking through a masterpiece
That changes through time;
Some days the sunsets  
would be purple and pink
Some days the sunsets with blazing orange
Setting fire through the clouds
But these sunsets reminds
me of dreadful endings
With every beautiful ending there's an end
Eventually the sun will go down
Leaving us with nothing but darkness
I feel that the sun is being pushed down
By the clouds because it's too hard to carry
Such burden in their shoulders