the sensation
of my darling mania
is flying headfirst
through a pitch
black tunnel
of ice with no
idea if there is
a blind turn
or bottomless crevice
awaiting me

i cling haphazardly
to the sides
of my seat
knowing the dead end
of incalculable
sadness is the only
end for this ride

you just have to
accept no matter how
badly you wish
to be in control
this isn’t in
the cards for some
unlucky bastards
all you can do is
love as hard as
you possibly can
and hope to leave
a disaster smeared
across beauty
wide enough that
the bastards never
forget your name