This is How You Die.

This is How You Die.
______________

This is
how You
Die..she
said..

(then kissed
me.)

Dying
is Nice..

like
Butterflies
in Your
Head.

(who's Wings
mask the
Sound of
Misery.)
_

Do you
Think you
Own Me?
(i ask.)

That your
eyes will
provide
answers to
the Questions
I pursue?

NO..

(she responds
with a Laugh.)

I Only
find The
Moment
True!
_

The
Moment..

A fractured
second gone
before the
minute it
"Becomes"...

The
Moment...
What I
"wait"
for.

(when no
Prayers seem
to Come.)
_

This is
how I
Died..

(when she
kissed me.)

Carried off
on the Wings
of Butterflies.

(which mask
the sound
of Misery.)

J.Stephen.H.