poem

this is a rather older poem i wrote about a situation i got myself into awhile back.    although i must say, its interesting how much can change in such short time.  anyway, i think its written in a colorful language: the language of blood.

rest in peace my love.
maybe it was better in my head
than it ever could've been
and if thats true than
what better of an end
than something so unattainable
yet so vivid in my heart
so fitting, yes, so fitting
to be over before we'd start.

Hanging out. hanging all out now.
Outside insides from a kiss laced with cyanide.
Visceral incineration stemmed from sulphur miscommunication,
waiting at the salvation train station for the Lord to take me home.
Heart full as the ocean,unsatisfied as the grave-
you know all that i had to give i gave.
And when i was dying of thirst, i extended my hand,
for shards of glass in my belly and a mouth full of sand.