Drugstore Perfume [Poetry]

how to mourn the living

how to mourn the living

may22twenty20

after so much bloodshed and all that left unsaid the decision has been made to accept that I'm a hand grenade. the collision's debris made a hole out of me, where the kids go to throw cigarettes, smoky seas.

rock and roll heartbeat clogged with silence, we all know that means heart attacks. every night. how could I be made successful when all's a misshapen husk, borne by forgotten love?

wanna mess around, and wanna get hurt. wish I could mess around, but I'm still hurt.

inspired by the wreckage, those sick daydreams don't end, they strike my brain in bitter chords of C. so you will never unsee, and I am trapped eternity! unwilling in a successful body, to move along.

bye, hi - sigh, Versailles. we never should be apart. sublime, thy heart.