sign my farewell with the chimes of clock radios 7a.m. sun reveals a failed 

cherubim dangling from the rafters like a sentimental ghost floating midway 

between the curse of the sky and you this noose carries what atrophied wings 

can't don't you want me disenchanted a deader shade of sorry buried from the 

neck up in a slipknot dragging my feet through the dead air suspended a 

fallen chair length from the ground when you found me when they finally 

found me this halo fit my throat I am your contorted angel writhing at a 

loss for wings swelled tongues tell of brighter eyes a severed spine of 

better days like the deafened clicks of a blue lipped off the beat pendulum 

I just wanted to be something more than enough of my God I don't think I'm 

breathing Jesus Christ when did I stop breathing oh my God I can't hear 

myself breathing this is all I know of flying my eyes set on you like stains 

in memory of romance