Plenty of reasons
To no longer want to live,
But no means to die

Tell me about the skies
Let me look deep in your eyes
Just make me feel alive

Show me the beautiful art
Guide me through the dark
Just get into heart

Pour me a glass of wine
Swallow up all my time
Just let me show you I shine

Take me far far away
Show me everything isn't grey
Please just stay

Please don't ever leave
I need you more than you can see
Please just stay

We are like a religion.
We, the tired ones. We,
the middle of the night ones.
We, the howl at the moon ones.
We, the aching.

You're perfection

In a way that
A toaster
Will always and without fail
Toast your bread.

In that way
You have one job,
To simply be mine
And you did it perfectly.

But you see
Sometimes toasters break
What they did so perfectly
They can not do at all

But you see
Even though you are broken
Even though you aren't mine
You still seem to be

Absolutely perfect

I'm in a place
A place you don't want to be.
It's not a fun place.
It's a disastrous place
It's a loud place
It's an unhappy, overwhelming
Dark, dark place.
In fact,
It's not a place.
It's no where.

And there's no way out.