“I’ll watch you fall from this balconey
Like a chandelier from the sixth story.
The concrete will stain from the blood which you paint.
A poet you lived, now an artist you’ll die.”

I think I’d love to die alone

Someone once asked him if he could sum up all of life in three words what they would be he responded, “It Goes On.” Life does always go on even after your dead and gone. Even after every person you’ve ever come into contact with is gone. “The world keeps on spinnin.” But damn it, Today I royally fucked up.