My eyes wait to catch fire in your gaze.
Caught up in the gravity of ill fated fantasies.
A comet in decaying orbit with those lips.
taking the long way round,
and round.
A dance in density of emotions,
That motions towards calamity...

swipe...

I never knew 2 seconds were all it took.
...Swipe right...
Two seconds of superficial observation.
inspiration for a game.
A game,
That once inspired countless books.

Swipe left.
Swipe right.
Swipe...swipe...swipe.
Two seconds!
Ignore a life.
Ignore a struggle.
Ignore a...
hungering for more.
...Subsist.

Did you know,
In two seconds you might,
...Swipe left...
miss a chance?
The chance.
Swipe...swipe.
For two lives to become one.
A thought left..
In hindsight.
...Swipe...

Did you know!
Did You know,
...Swipe right...
That love was blind before the screens told us that this was not so.
...swipe...
That *** for the sake of it,
Could sap away our soul?
Leave us corpses...
Nothing more...

It’s not the scar that reminds me of my broken heart,
And when I remember my chest being ripped apart,
it never happened at a hospital.
No,
I hadn’t waived responsibility that time
hold that contract unsigned,
Selfishly holding out offers too hard to refuse,
You’d say it was selfless
Expound on parallel perception
Call me selfish,
Blame lewd behavior on liquor,
Excuse yourself from the situation,
Draw me a truth-less traitor.
No.
It’s not the scar that reminds me of my broken heart,
And when I remember my chest being ripped apart,
it never happened at a hospital.

[pulls out papers, baggie, and lighter(Or mimes)]
Oh! How I love a swim through molasses!
This heavy sense of perception.
[sets up the cigarette]
Oh! How I love a swim through molasses!                                                        ­   This consented self limitation.
To the tendency of self flagulation brought on by the summation of a day.
[rolls and licks shut]  
Oh! How I love a swim through molasses.
A state of mental relaxation,
Of Reduced acuity of thought.
The "unwinding"  that precedes that short death of consciousness, otherwise called sleep.
[lights and takes a puff (holds, and releases)]
Oh! How I love a swim through molasses!
A sense of wading through the weeds.
[exit stage]

We were going through the motions
Lacking emotion
hearts not centered on devotion,
No notion of action
Soley reacting
Enacting fantasy,
flesh, Against flesh
Intoxicated by the rush
The adrenaline of adoration
Ecstasy of excitation.
Simply,
Sublime.

Hear the following prayer
in the timbre of gratitude:

I've had enough with all the bags
in which I carry my things,
with bright screens that sting my eyes,
and with the musical strings.

My ears are sore from the machines
that change and amplify the waves;
so bring me the thoughts of poets and
bring me the prayers of saints.

Whisper the wisdom of years gone by,
of life spilled out in the streets.
My heart is weary, the weight of this world
has brought me to my knees.

There's only one thing I ask
for which to dull the pain;
bring me the thoughts of poets and
bring me the prayers of the saints.

Tomorrow they cut into me...
To fix what birth had done....
You see my heart was broken before I even filled my lungs!!!
The time to wait has passed, the papers have been signed...
And into sleep I go...
The drugs...they feel....
Sublime.
I'll say a prayer of forgiveness and give this world my best ..
For now I close my eyes,
Perhaps for final rest.