i see you
distraught and disconsolate,
cold tears and hot breath,
the wooden desk beneath you
will swell and sweat
if those tears don't dry soon.
you saw your Gamorrah
burned alive;
something within you strives
to keep it,
but no.
i say, let it go.

i saw my ***** smoking,
cried cold tears
and breathed hot breath,
wailed to the heavens
"sweet redemption!
is this my reward?
a paranoid drop
and a sudden stop?"
i kept looking back
and my tears turned me
into this pillar of salt before you.
so no,
i say, let it go.