Let Loose
The killer
Just ran away, and while I bend my knees on the floor
I now lay dying. And the gold-dripping mouth,
Eternal fountain of the passionate living,
Is just melting onto my wounded hands
In front of my naked, darkened gaze
Now the mouth clamours that I had wasted
All of my precious time. As I mumble
Ripping off an answer from the depths of my
Shallowest, simpler self
All I have are memories
