My Self Righteous Suicide

You were hot where it mattered 

And cold as ice too

Touching your lips to mine 

Was a 440 volt electric shock

A herald of the apocalypse that was inbound 

A sign that I would break

And lie on the ground bleeding 

We were never just friends

There is no justice involved in mating rituals

Your last text was my note 

As I stand here tonight

My lungs burning 

My ribcage pounding

I want to explode

Allow me to write this epilogue 

Which will find its way to you

Cold rain falls on the ground 

Petrichor wafts into the air 

The bassist of my favorite band

Caresses my ears 

The night swallows me up in it's arms 

Gravity doesn't matter anymore

Nothing matters anymore 

The Bilge Master