Is God a friend or foe?
Is heaven or hell fun?
Are we born into
lives already lived?
Did Cirque du Soleil
create *** escapades?
What is this family?
Why are we? When are we?
Who're my head voices?  
Do we have any choices?

Let me be an honest beast
when we eat an angry feast
of girls begging for pleasure
pirates can't resist treasure.

I pour gasoline on me and
my poems and set on fire.
Words burned funeral pyre.
Ashes are all left of desire.

I took her cans to the curb
both the recycled and waste.
I tried quiet to not disturb,
she would know I'm *******.

I sleep tonight inside
a grave of my creation.
So cold no way to hide
silent the dead nation.

I'm searching my heart
looking for our start
where love had birth
she gave true worth
to our fiction love
wingless black dove.

It's just me. I can't be you.
You are sunset. I'm morning dew.
I haunt you but you evict me.
You live in my bones for free.
Love is the harshest mistress
wearing the smallest dress.