Killing In The Month Of July

Alone i stare at

The hallowed life

Accumulating in my hands.

Forever is just their

Passive word to describe

This unholy nothing

That's been left behind.

Forever to be left behind

For both weak and strong.

To drain of life and remember.

An empty act of remembrance

For my own selfishness.

Falling towards darkness

Never came quite this easily.

So at this time i keep it

Close and hold it for

What it is worth.

Seasons of joy i

Beg for your return,

Your return to invoke my collapse.

I beg for your patience,

I beg for your ever-insuring guidance.

But leave her angelic tone behind

So that i may still stumble

On these broken knees.

Love is spoken with such jealous disgust.

All in hope for the comfort

Of a pale hand to caress these

Lonesome and solace eyes.

For only seven nights

I lived with the stars,

In seven night i watched them fade away.

A burning past i will abandon

To just live with relief,

But with three chosen word

I slit my own throat.