Rabbit In The Moon

With my heart in my hand like a gun in my mouth. The rats and the roses know well of my doubts. Title this chapter: alone. For the sake of those who know love and lust and life and death. Sad songs for slow nights. Ashes for bridges. Blood on our tongues from desperate kisses. All I know of hope is that there's no hope at all. Loveless. Lies like knives like “I love you” when only goodbyes are true. Slit-wrist moments of clarity. Of lucidity. Of you and me. Despairing. Disparaging