Like the summer
falling rain,
I fell for
the deepest sound
of your disappearing soul
when screaming my name.

Naive memories of the
night
spent under trees so big
I followed the only trail,
the way
you told me
was right.

Addicted to the blood streaming
through my simple body
so fast
and the shuttering of
every open door
that filled
my fucked-up mind with
curiosity got me,
for half a second
to last.

Exhaling the smoke while
seeing tears vaporize is
the exquisite way of
falling
harder than light.

Maybe a form of
self destruction
based on love
will prevent the world from
abandon humanity before
we save the last pieces
of our own minimal control.