quasi_sean

maybe a dream

i see you
in Death
a morning visitor
content to sit by my side--watch me sleep & weeping at the thought

the memories are what i'll never be able
to beat from my brain
drown in drink
or taint w/pills

nothing in this cold place
but the silhouettes
painted Death on the walls and bed
where we fucked for days w/no break
the sweat freezing on our foreheads
and you held me while i smiled

i see you now
Death's daughter
gone, bled from the wrists
w/a grin on your face
and my name on your lips

& i could walk forever
and never see you again
the way that you were
or the way that time
will never allow me to be...