I was so sure everything would be kosher, but the mistake I made stayed while the happiness began to fade….i layed cross legged on the decayed and frayed bench behind the church…

The stars were crossed and the moon bounced and for every ounce I would count the shout that rang from my mouth, escaped from the depths of life as it would hang and crank the pain from beneath my vein

The walk home began the worse...I would curse the curse my forgotten hearse. As the dead rose from my suffer and the walk only got rougher, but the heels touched the higher and the darkness only got smaller

The lust for love began in the brain but forsaken was the heart and all that remain. The lust wasnt big enough for the bench behind the church nor the walk that began and wasnt big enough for the man.

The man that carried the belittled birth certificate scortched on the paper and thrown to the file meanwhile the parents burped the bile from the child and raised up the the mild but riled up little made to throw a kite high.