T i m c a n t o r

I left my life in ruins

Though they say

But I left my life like a fly on its second sad day

Witching Walking Watching and Talking like a man who was already dead

In a heaven made of crippled glass

Of mistakes

And this lonesome tear that runs down my chin

Runs down an invisible skin

And I lay languid

Lay tangled

Like a black veil cloaking a black dressed widow on the last wet whisper of life

And I ask the blue sky for just a few more tears

For as long as I can cry

I can bleed

And as long as I can bleed

I can be

Unseen