I cried upon my hawaiian departure
not tears of sorrow but tears of former and future joy
my tears trailed down my cheek like the Paheehee stream
before landing upon the ground like a soft hawaiian rain in spring
when my tears evaporated they formed a long flat cloud
in the shape of surfboard voyaging westward bound.
the cloud upon reaching the sea,
shape-shifted into a large volcano, vengful and menacing  
with the torential downpour a sign of the volcanoe's erupting    
The storm began to thicken The volcano spinning around it's core
like that of a fire dancers stick, scattering the tears evermore  
when the storm cleared eight tears washed upon each hawaiian shore
wiating for me to surf upon my tears

I'm always
                   tired and
                                  sick;
find the security in that.

My mind wanders
                               way
                                      too
                                           close
to the edge;
                   it's wiating to be pushed.
there is no comfort in that.

Sparkling red droplets
                                     tangle
                                                their
                                                         way
around wrists, a beautiful dance of mixing sins.

There is no security, no safety, no comfort
within me anymore.

Time has stopped and you can feel every miller second passing by you blowing the hair off your face as they tick away into oblivion and you know that it's time.
You watch him get closer though now he's just a tiny little spec in the distance but soon enough he's standing in front you and he looks you dead in the eyes and holds your face gently; he wipes away a stray tear from your eyes and says your name.
You breath out in the silent air and think about the way he said your name and how it came out so perfect and flawlessly like it was the only word he'd known.
"Are you ready" he says clutching your hands tighter
"Yes" you reply closing your eyes and wiating;
you feel the cold metal against your pale, soft skin.
Then you wake up
it has only been about two seconds  but it felt like hours you stood there and looked into that beautiful mans eyes. When you realise your awake you pull the trigger and fade off into oblivion...