If I wrote about you,
You'd be a corpse in
no time at all,
Haunting me with the lonely suicide
I always thought you were.

Punctuated with
My topical thematics,
Rot,
Depression,
Self hatred,
Reflections on the
morbid.

And,
You wouldn't wanna die,
This quickly in my story-
A short
one line
in my grandiose
Tragedy of a life.

This old undertaker,
Has buried so many people
In my mind,
That.

No ones left over,
To care enough about
like your
Youthful bravado,
Artificial passion-
Demands.

Silence.
And brevity.

Are lost on my ambiguity..