I wish I was full of love,
but it’s an illusion,
it doesn’t mean a thing…
You taught me that
one cynical night when
you emptied your soul
and I took you at your word.
The gospel truth
never sounded so good,
I loved your purple prose.
I searched your soul
for a sign of life,
but we’re all dead now,
we’re all dead.
August 15th, 2025