Mark, I miss you, And I love you. Each day is lost Without you.

You know, I miss you both Like I miss my childhood blanket That I wonder idly about.

Don’t cry Don’t cry Don’t cry Because it’s your birthday.

In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,

Splattered you All over my body And flecks of skin Inside every crevice. I can’t get rid of you

I feel so lonely. I want to die. Feeling like the only one on earth… My laughter is a lie. Laugh on, laugh on.

I dislike nothing more than Philosophy. How lazy.

I died on Tuesday. My soul floated up Above my milky corpse, And I smiled. I saw my family,

I was born of the Virgin Mary, Given life to rid earth of evil. Blood on my hands, Dirt on my hands, I’m akin with Christ Himself.

I came back from a mortal hell, But on my way home, I saw no white god, And I saw no golden spirit, And I saw no true son.

I lost my innocence On a king-sized sheet With four posters And the two of us. Just the two of us

You were the devil. I knew it before you did; And I was St. Mary With clouds trailing behind me. I gave you my virtue

My mom hates her life, And I’m too much to juggle, And my dad doesn’t support my mom, And my brother’s never home, And my medicine doesn’t work,

I ran from you all my life. I’ve had problems, But that doesn’t make it right.

Not as ardent as before. I’m tired. Slowing down, A tail growing heavier and longer With each day.