Heaven's Gate

Am I not allowed to like you

Because you don't like yourself?

How come you dream so sound

In the warm water, afloat,

While I wide eye sink

Into a cold desert


Beside you?


I need to hear your answers

Drop to my hand 

Before my last remnants

Hour glass sift beneath the quick sand.

Noose your feelings in mid flight

And choke the long necked bird of your mental

With a fifty pound metal plate-- 

Send it descending from the air straight

To where I wish to leap from here to heaven's gate.

The End

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