Love, why! this cursed beast of tangled warmth and pain digests my soul
The moon cresting above roof tops, the inner burning of missing you…
I. Sit. crying until words of this world blur into empty promises and fuzzy memories
An actor forgetting lines in the spotlight, that which is unknown eludes us all…
I. Wish. praying this lazy man bestowed with god’s cherished gifts had recognized the opportunities
A noose hanging from the tree, regret, no, déjà vu, like something should’ve been but never was…
Doom, now! this flawed machine of logical thought and pasted emotions marches forward
Ten little fingers, ten little toes, eyes lifting and begging, searching, knowing emptiness exists…
I. Lie. fooling a soul yearning to break rank and serve preserves the illusion
The shadow laughing on the scattered leaves below, mocking, purging, clearing the faded humanity…
I. Beg. grasping at fleeting reason
Ten little fingers, tender on the face, drawing near, a tiny life whispering, “I love you…”
Crack, Over! dreaming, letting go, rebooting this wretched machine
hanging from the tree – hanging from the tree
hanging from the tree…
Compiling God's Code 
Too sad.
Wade posted: “Love, why! this cursed beast of tangled warmth and pain digests my soul The moon cresting above roof tops, the inner burning of missing you I. Sit. crying until the words of this world blur into empty promises and fuzzy memories An actor forgett”