the candles were lit
the mood was right
for a minute in heaven
and hours of giving up...
as my veins smiled
in their i can do no wrong smile
they drooled my life
onto the white tile floor...
the flame from the candle
entertains with a dance
while my blurring vision
takes it as a lullaby...
I let my head
slam back against the sink
sigh
and write in crimson my goodbye...
but smacks
they can be so rude
when they interupt your intentions
with numerous suspentions...