Learning not to be sad all of the time.

Our light is not gone and I thank and I thank and I thank.

Washing away.

Thank you. For caring. Thank you for listening when I needed you most.

System.

Body alive. Electric.

Dream.

Alive.
Alive.
Alive.

Waking, I'm glad you still see us. I'm glad you're still here.

Love.

Things may have.

I try to stop and step in another.

Turn in the road. But he digresses. He is the dark humor king. Arrrrrrrrr.

There's gold in them oranges.

Dressed for his funeral. Arrrrrrr.

'Fraid it was your Nate West matey. Arrrrrrrr.

Unfinished

sacrosanct rumors. He whispers. Alarms.

Alarmed.
I'm unarmed, but that won't stop you from shooting.

Arrrrr.

On a mountain of electric screams.

Inarticulately human rain. Affect.

Keep letting him chase those dreams. Do you think I can ever feel appreciated after what you did? I don't adore you because I can't get it out of my head. I can appreciate the damage that you did though.

All around. They fall. Eyes like the night.

Bring him back to life and maybe I'll stop crying.

He gave you a siren, what more do you want from him?

Arrrrrrrr

"That be Nate West"