"Cutting the barrier between your wrist and reality
Splitting a rift between you and morality
Remembering where we found this profanity
Spilling your name onto cold insanity"
Spilling, the red ripples over the carpet,
Somewhere a glass tumbles out of sight.
Spilling the great beyond inside,
I know they're lying.
A broken haiku shivers, alone,
I never knew what those were, he said.
A flowing vanity stream.
Falling out of sight.
I met someone today, we talked for hours,
And felt like golden lilies, floating in a river,
Its because it was his reflection, they said.
Sitting alone out back.
Told they were too ugly to face the world,
Outside shot in twelves, they stood still.
I hope these bugs don't bite,
Silent in redemption.
And once I found a bullet flying through a room.
And once I lay you down to rest,
I looked up, and couldn't see the light,
Golden in its wake…