The Shooting Of A Beloved’s Killing
An art of Love; showing one’s lover posing for another art on a wall, as if performing the bombardment of a sailing ship.
Poem (Homicide):
Heaven, living far above the dead
Would come to separate what Your soul is
From an overflowing bleed of my dying heart
Sinking deep within an eternal abyss
As I alone fall into hands of darkening beings
Asking where is the light when I love one?
Will my bones hold onto factures before grave?
Should I be commitment to end the last of me?
Or may I choose once more to be a sailing ship?
Which You thought fun, downing me with headshot
Burning, even when the waters willing to help
Your laughter at my demise, is a medicine I need.
Yours Universely 