You and me,
we litter these streets
of a decaying mans mind wander.

A crack of a finger,
make our spine quiver.
Pollute our liver,
spin the head
with stars that linger.

Wake with fever,
you're a man
with no soul believer.

We miss this love,
trapped under a thumb.
You filled our nights
with endless wonder,
our days with
unquenchable hunger.

We visit you some.
A loud thunder,
a mind that is
filled with lifes fumble.

Where are you, my dear?
Why'd you go, love?
You were better than
any heaven above.