Ha

I screamed into her mouth for her to stop.
The Swiss Alps were calling me
To turn over in my grave
As the swift grace from heaven denied me.
P-P-P-Pleasure
Eminated from the light of the devine
I fell to the floor
Consituents of the devoid operators
Lent me a hand.
(See
This is just my normal mind.
Everything is fake that I speak.
Triggers.
You're all just triggers
Poorly acting triggers.)

Spark. Spark.
Zap.
Electricity is fired off
And my fingers take the brunt of it.
Ice it down.
No.
Put spoons in my mouth.
One way or another,
I probably won't survive this madness.

Shocked!
I wish to show you my face.
But then
I'll just tell you.

There are eyes.
They are closed.
There is a mouth.
It is open.
(I hope you've formulated
Some great idea from this.
It will be the last time you see me)

Degrees of burn
Are seen from the inside.
Oh so superficial
Are the scars of the past.
The future holds the true path to a literal scathing.
No death will occur
(Well, later)
But it will be when you do not pass
Onto the other side.
When you find that there is no River Styx
For you to erase the past.
No Nirvanic fountain
That helps alleviate those that pained,
And start a new life.

A new life.
It is what we all wish for.
Hundreds of times over again each day,
And should the time of day be where
The sun shouts at you from high tide in the sky,
Please do not quiver.
There is no earthquake.
It is just me.
And the memory.