A frustrating argument with suicide

Vermillion's on vacation  
black background looking through stagnant pornographic windows  
raining with the cold air conditioner on
fragile powerless creatures  
  
we questioned the music we danced to  
breeze through the grass and brick fields stood still  
quiver in my stomach  
shoot me through the branches of pines  
   
sap  
lost  
a kidless kite tail in the wind  
   
at all hours of the days and nights  
our hearts shall hurt  
these empty parking lots we pass everyday  
stopping to reflect on  
   
butterflies that eventually  brought us pain