this is how you die

This is How You Die.
______________

This is
how You
Die..she
said..

(then kissed
me.)

and
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 those
eyes will
provide
answers to
the Questions
I pursue?

NO..

(she responds
and Laughs.)

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.

(who's wings
still mask
the sound
of Misery.)

J.Stephen.H.