Living

Not suicidal my vitals are strong, I reside in the bayous of pain for too long, I wish the earth would consume and resume me, so the hurt could leave spirit as you will assume free, see the effect of tears is like this, for to have cried is first to have bliss, you were here now you’re gone I'm still dying through song, I knew you would kill at first kiss. I'm still waiting debating the notion, to resist the existing commotion that runs now in my head only saying I’m dead, self-destruction is not my devotion.