Chapter 58: Voice Mail

With a simple voice mail
I realize she has grown too pale
My understanding is still quite crude
Speed must make up for my ignorance
I dial and address a bit rude
Still with a small chance
Running not willing to bother with a handle
The charge meets door willful
I question methodology
Pills, razor, pretty pistol
Mislaid apology
Ruby waters and pale flesh contrast awe inspiring
Quick knot and I’m aspiring
To not let this be the end
To move past the old ways
To never break or bend
To show the world it pays
As I breathe for two
Forcing air into unwilling lungs
Wishing to see flashing blue
And a siren song to be sung
Ruby and pale flesh etched
Eternally
On my already full memory
And the wicked and the wretched
Thoughts ever intrusive
On my erstwhile and evasive
Mulch of morality
I refuse, as my palms pound
This will not amount to finality
Her path will come around
At least one more time