Just die.

Foam.

he's gone,all along with his madness and beauty

his eyes contained all the sadness of the world

which filled my heart with happiness somehow..
i remember the night he murdered you, me , himself , us...

and decided to chase parades

Im thinking of Donald tonight, he's dead too..
Im chained sister, with false comfort

like the stranger said, wearing a frown..

my old hands are shivering, the lines on my palm are solicitous

and life seems eager to aband me
Suddenly, human skulls look outwardly swell to me

as i desperately struggle to displease my eyes

and recall his words
lunaticly poetic, im still in the mood for love

to stir those grounds you walk on

and those kisses you send daily

to my ears where your silence speaks and i listen
so when you pray, dear friend,ask your God for some sympathyfor i am not willing to forgive...