Radiation blissfully peeling what was left of me.
I believed this treatment would work, it had to, felt organic enough to test music therapy.
Melodic variations of electronica sent me rivers of peace.
However, too much of a good thing never lasts with hidden messages of showing your ass that I didn’t try to take a crack at because I believed in who you seemed to be, Pisces.
Thus this creates a yellow to black contrast deeper than your Charlie Brown vans.
Getting high and top in a van that was headed for a lightening round of shortcomings.
If we drove and lost control we’d laugh as long as it didn’t crash too bad.
Patterns.
Cut myself with the pieces of the windows glass. Blood streaming because tears dry too fast. The fall of blame was put on me - even when hands were put on me - as it always had because I make you “so blindly mad”.
So in love with a conveniently mischievous toxic past, I wish I had known that the gamma rays would destroy me sooner than the cancer of love ever would.
A wild ride, the infection grew in the background. Lingered in my heart from the hands that held it and left me brain dead.
The price of it being alive, meant my life. I couldn’t breathe, but did I want to? I told the stars to lighten my dark nights. The ocean’s would flood me in black doom and I still puffed the blunt, ready for the electronic tuned electrical convulsions and opened my arms wide.
Come to me please, I rather die here one last time.
In the last tide, I lost my mind. I found my soul and my aura washed away to white and out of sight.
I had to hide from a beach full of waves that I loved. Too many walked the sand that was meant for me to play in, the sacred ground to our kingdom but you let them invade it. I’d love to visit but that beach is haunted with the old me that would allow everything. It’s best to stay away from broken hearts that held where the wild things are with no cares, I missed you but who cared.
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