does it matter if i cry in the moonlight
or draw star-spangled rainbows with my fingers
or pick up half-empty beer cans
that don't exist in my mind
the shadows of romanticism
linger like the souls of past heroes
dance all night in the unrestrained fantasia
of free will and glittering reverie
put your head in the clouds for once
you might enjoy the fresh air
hold your breath for long enough
and go to atlantis for your honeymoon
just slide the knife under your throat
and feel the sweetness slide
downwards until your eyes go blind
jesus loves you. he's waiting.
