I’m Glad We Met In The Dark Places Of Eternal Rain

Heartbroken in the afternoon,
Melancholy in the city of my birth,
Alienated in rooms
Of laughter and conversation,
Alone beneath a shivering moon,
I simply pray to the fragile beauty
Of immense sadness and suicidal souls.

I know, dear friend, you are my soul-mate
In this disaster of our existence,
I will never fail to lift my hands
In sacred supplication for your wellbeing
As we journey through the shadowy corridors
Of this incarnation.