we got it

can't call upon you
my greatest friend;
you're the one who's started to
Unmend my heart; my soul
my [our] time

righteous rancor
venom flow
gleeful guile

I'll darken my glow to meet
you my headon collision
survival no longer a way of living.....

[Two days or months later]

I'm a fleck
a speck in a sea
of circumstances drifting and floating
now anchorless amidst this ship
of agreementlessness
abiding by the current of desire and
whim, you'll regret this course
once stranded on the isle of lonely

[Three months later]
Deaded sun
beneathe my beat
wicked w{h}ine inside my mind

[It should be noted that these notes I've noted
were written before we exploded;
apparently i noticed the path we'd headed down
a year prior
a priori we'd dwell
into the well
of unwellness
and blackened by the walls i fell
into the menagerie]