October Eyes

My mind is numb
and my eyes are red
October read my notebook where the pages bled
Cursed glance, so she fled
and I did the same, giving up the ghost
and I almost choked when June asked me to the dance
Never knowing that this dance would be my last steps
Last breath, last chance, and God you were in a closed drawer
I should have searched more, I should have searched more

Life and death have seemed to form a correlation
based around elation
making contemplation
Patient waiting for death to take me by the hand
or lack thereof
hand me over to God
there was more to this life but I never chose to look above
held captive by the sun
but not the Son of Man
a nihilistic misconception that led to sinking sand
and Jesus Christ may we please embrace
my Streetcar Named Desire just took its last race