What will happen to him after he’s no longer fed
Drowning in desire he will be his own calamity
Dancing with his own romancing in someone’s insanity
Flying crying dolphins dying, shadows of the past
Shielded clowns of fate’s dismissal always running last
Moving forward through the darkness as the future fades
Into a momentarily beautiful cascade
Of mortar burning alcohol inflaming what is there
Smoke drifting, the scent of closure floating through the air
Tears of recognition by condition are they be
From the gun a child runs - a shot of ecstasy
Ricocheting metal squeezing throughout his heart, then liver
A message of finality the angel now delivers
Corey wants feedback. Give Corey what he wants.
