I have never felt as empty as I feel today, even when the moment’s beauty fades in and away. That's all it is - a moment. And the images creep back into the forefront of my brain from picking up the pieces of unearthing devotion, re-energizing dead feelings.

I can see the flowers growing out of your mouth while the cancer in your brain begs to get out. And I'll try to understand your pain again by laying my body on the fire, by accepting myself as the enemy. It doesn't take much to recognize that these leeches aren't my friends, and it gets harder when everything goes through a formula filter: your head.

Erase the ones I love the most so I can bleed in peace. Relieve the poison from my tongue, embrace a reverie.