Alone
lonely
nothing happening which matters
nothing left from which to shatter

the jester's tear ducts are apparently dry
noe more blood with which to cry
supposed to be dead once more
as has happened all those times before

I can still feel her
  hear her
  sense her
just there
the gentle scents in her hair
  this world is very not fair

she's barely beyond my fingertips
so close
whispering to my lips

oh wait that was years ago
or maybe months from now or so
I Noe nothing anymore
except that mt soul is sore

wait, did she ask my name
I was just late, I still cared if she came
that was actually the only important part
for this night or the current version of my heart

nevermind
it's noe longer mine to find
I guess I gave up that right
I seem to have forfeited the fight

I remember some stars and a sliver of a silver moon
we were walking on some silken sand in our 2nd favorite month of June
her eyes
her eys
never seen anything like those eyes
have you ever lost and found yourself in those eyes

tired
mired in tired
and as I exhale yet another breath
I hear the familiar laughter of Death

old acquaintance, this Death fellow
far from our first hello
his reality has long been with me
usually decades too early

they leave...I stay
they ******* die...I've yet to go away
seriously, they always ******* die
i'm Midas except not gold, die

they cease to exist
I somehow persist
they were pure souls
I'm merely a pure spirit

my Father's father was an *******
deserved his place in a 6 foot hole
My Father was a Better Man than I
although I Really Do Try
and some say I'm better than I think
live my memory dreams and tell me what you think

I'm kind
there is sweetness in this mind
kitties doggies and bunnies love me


**** it tomorrow will surely be another day
and I have a cool pool