the sun has a dark side too

even after the most

beautiful moment

there is still

the ugliness of everyday

to tackle

and the night that suffocates

the open wound of the sun in bloody vengeance

with more wars on the horizon

*

slurping joy

drunk at 11

alright gods

my ass on the rail once more

kneeling with wretchedness

and myself on myself

looking at my lower

my oh my

have i grown

have i aged

am i a child still

with it thrashing again

into little puddles of the yellow

that only stars could know

exploding into her dark

with squirming lightness of being

most of whom

will not be

just like those that make it

all the way into this

looking at me

if only for a second

thinking maybe i should help

but walking on into life

onto death

where i’ll join them

a little late

a lot in love

and listless

from the

lack of good company

*

it is true

that this life is the worst

thing to happen to the living

but know too

that through it

i have become the world

destroyer of death