The radioactive sky is blemishing

Bursting with indulgent depravity

Showering acid tears on the world

Hoping to burn it away

And it burns on with certainty

With perverse and deviant deceit

Like your eyes

And those fingertips of yours

Stained black

Groping at charred flesh

With your scarecrow smile

And apple core heart

Making merry of the rain

That burns you not

But warrants a banshee scream

So lamenting and loud

It imprints your voice

Even in the disdaining sky

And reminds me I have always

Always, always

Loved your voice and your song

I want to play it back

Over and over

Memorizing every chord

And collapsing each time

Chewing on this tragedy

That tastes like you.