May
With all its emotional whereabouts to burden our thoughts once more
Your mother in an undercoat of turmoil
My father's winding eyes past ten o'clock
This life has not been easy for you
But I still collect the drippings from your eyes, time to time
When there's a satin moon
Never understanding the existence of eternity
And this note will never reach you
Because we are now both expired on this late day.

A sickness
That seems forever this time
Lungs of concrete
Ninety degree indifference
My grandmother's hands on a crested portrait
I cannot live to see you leave
Charcoal morning
Grief made permanent
I'm constantly afraid of your mother's words
And how they remind me of the night

It should've never had to be this way