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
Sleepless
Beside you?
Helpless
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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