i can see the whole city from here
if only my mind were quite so clear
all i know is this porch isn’t mine.
i shouldn’t have had that wine
on such medication my mind slips
a volcano erupted with her lips
in my reflection i wonder whether
weaving our breathing bodies together
could be provided any positive spin,
or if your heart must go under again
no, i am not even going to mask it
for her bed was a cursed casket
do remember the fateful warning
i gave on our very first morning
this is precisely what i meant:
my love is inherently transient
i have a mental monstrosity
and it’s irrepressible insanity
