What A Lay Me Down This Is

Suicides Have A Special Language. Like Carpenters They Want To Know Which Tools. They Never Ask Why Build.

All Day I've Built A Lifetime And Now The Sun Sinks To Undo It.

Even So, I Must Admire Your Skill. You Are So Gracefully Insane.

I’ll Put It Out There: I Am Scarred By The Nostalgic Indicipherability Of My Own Desires; I An Engulfed By The Intimidating Unknown, Pushed Through Darkness And Dragged Down By The Irretrievable Past Sweetness Of My Memories.

Everyone In Me Is A Bird I Am Beating All My Wings