My Heart Is On A Budget. It

Despite My Asbestos Gloves, The Cough Is Filling Me With Black, And A Red Powder Seeps Through My Veins.

The Stars Are Pears That No One Can Reach, Even For A Wedding. Perhaps For A Death.

The Sky Breaks. It Sags And Breathes Upon My Face. In The Presence Of Mine Enemies, Mine Enemies The World Is Full Of Enemies. There Is No Safe Place.

Somebody Who Should Have Been Born Is Gone.

And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains, Remains...