0150 hrs Octobeer 25th 2005

Shall we dance?

To the blood

that I drip.

The blood

that is homeless

of the heart.

Shall we dance

to this shameless anger,

where death

may meet

the moonlight,

as winds howl

and rain splatters.

Caress me

with the blunt

of the crystal glass

as it splits my face,

in promises broken,

and new promises

unbroken.

Dip me into my grave,

with your new commitments.

With promises of love,

dance me

to my ashes.

Just remember

to release me

at sea,

where I am one again,

with my happiness.