morbid creativity.

If I were ever to try again.
To see a form of light before my rightful time.
If I were to ever attempt such horrifying beauty.
An act so painful, selfish, and morbid.
Yet an act so clean, thoughtout, and planned for.

A will prewritten.
My tracks covered.
My mess clean.

There's a tree down younder..
With a view none can beat.
To dine with the dead.
To sway with their mercy.
To hang proud, unbroken.

It would be beautiful.
It could be...
It could be...

Perhaps never.
But maybe someday.
If ever..if I needed it...

This is where.
You would know why.
Perhaps you'd understand.

Or maybe I'm crazy.
Perhaps I'm a nut.
Maybe insane?
Or just the worst little runt.

I hope you smile.
And see what I see.
Maybe you won't.
At least I didn't bleed.

So no more this.
No more that.
Even from the start...
All I've known.
Is I love you with my heart.