Brandon Salen Poet I do not know?

Falling Off

Nothing was left as we were lying in bed.
She looked in my eyes "It doesn't hurt anymore."
These; the saddest words she ever said.
No more tears, she doesn't care enough to cry. I begged her to love me. I begged her to lie.
Now i'm on my knees in the street. Rain pouring in slow motion. Drop after drop, from my head to my feet. 
 I see her shadow in the window. She knows the edge i walk. The needle awaits, the 
foundation is burning. She hands me the key, but i smash the lock. 
My sweet sweet poison. My blue river flow. I caress oblivion, while I wait for a vein to show.
Oh... god. Now its done. 10 Years wasted. Happiness truly is a warm gun.
She was my drug. My habitual partner, my junkie love.
Its all dead to me now.
I march in the liquid parade.
I laugh at god and ask him if he needs saved.
I see it now, in the failure i sow.
Beautiful colors and sickness in tow.
This is my horizon.
My crystal lined sky shattering upon the wreckage below.

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