Septembers Poem

you go your way following the devils grasp and ill go my way with Jesus who was Gods last one day we'll meet in the middle and find, love a ghost from the passed to know we breathe is all we need and in the morning we will clean the sheets but right now , you make me want to run, our our is not even an hour, you wrecked me and i can't believe i'll soon find my soul but here i lay not a word to say or a honest place to pray i should have been an astronaut, so i can leave this world at will and come back to Earth when i've seen the faces in heaven and felt the chill of hell, or is it so hot i can't even tell. my god, i am alone, for i have only wasps as friends and and road kill as my sense of time there are people shouting and laughing that horrible laugh,but again i get lost, lost in your face, and that's all i see when i'am in outer space.