Now it's all just faint distance
I can't ever feel that again
I can picture the image of it
But that blind, romantic child is long dead
Goddamn these newly ingrown cells
They've killed this promising young child
And birthed me
A suicidal cycle
I close my eyes
At the edge of my bed
This action completed at a biblical scale
I'll be free
And I'll never feel alone again
If I could one day
Speak to this dead boy
And tell him,
"I miss you
I miss you
I miss you"