I’m
St. Lunatic
I’m
Losing it
In the
Medieval Mid-west
I’m
Past my middle age
I predict
My
Lunar Eclipse
Is coming soon
Once the moon’s
Covered
So will I
Under the earth
On which
I worked
On switched
Flicked
Off
Ticked off
Rather ******
About that ****
I got in
End
Too soon
Too close
To my begin
Inn’s
Spent overnight
With a friend
Smiling after ***
Smiley faces after texts
The contextual clues
Shows
Her truth
As I lie
About our future
It’s not
I don’t want you
It’s that
I have few “sures”
In this life
But I’m sure
My times coming
To a close
Redress yourself
In that red dress
And leave me
Left
You’re clothes
Tell untold stories
Lying across the floor
Sure
Time together
Would be better
Than spending
The final hours
Alone
But
I own
My fate
And own up
To my mistakes
If we break
It’ll hurt less
Than loving me
Until the wake
I’ll have no
Funeral
But a cremation
Let it burn
Like the memories
That should’ve never been
****,
I’m ******
Because of the pain
I let you feel
Love lost
In the lake of fire
While you ascend
To Heaven’s Fields.............