I want to **** myself
On a lonely night
When the pain is shared
By estranged lovers, and none is left for me

God only knows
I can only take so much sadness
Shattered glass is sharp
But the distance between us breaks my heart, first

In Walt Whitman's words
I'll never die of hopelessness
And my very flesh will make a poem
With an honest ending for my friends


I want you to hold my hands
So, I don't have to drown in pity
I shall cut a tuft of chartreuse grass
From the fields of the after life

As Orpheus did to his, to save his love
From the thin lines of hell
I want to **** myself
At midnight on a full moon, because you will be looking at the sky