THE PLACES WHERE MOMENTS SCREAM

April fell it's rains heavy.
I was high,
a dying machine.
She was taken apart
beneath a beautiful storm.
Dissected by animals.
Thunder to cover cries.
Now all I do is chain react.
Chain smoke,and stare discomfort.
Making friends with guns,
I fairytale my ass along the distance.
May a constant haze.
Then June broke open my skull.
She was found between the rails.
Eyes wide
white,
and flesh a twilight dusk.
These places don't just disappear,
no matter how much we pray them away.
Life still moves time over them.
Now all I do is fake today.
Fuck things up,
and try to remember...
How to cry.