I’m idling through what may be the last year of my existence

Will it creep up on the soul?

Will I meet it with resistance?

I am through - me and my youth

What more to do?

Time to join the 27 Club with you

A body for the masses- yeah

A rising star to be

A beating heart from limb-to-limb

A he, a she, a thee

What can I do?

My youth is through

Not much to do

But to join the 27 club with you

What will remain is sentient of passion, pain and grit

Revolving through the cosmos

A hero bit-to-bit

What can I do?

My youth is through

Senescence, too

Time to join the 27 Club with you

Reduce me to a pinpoint

Betray at the gate

But negate note every construct if you and I relate

What can we do?

Resilient youths

Too much to do

Before we join Kurt, Amy, Janis, Jimi, too

I want to live

She wants to live

He wants to live

They want to live

We want to live

I don’t want to be hurt, but I dream about her

That’s the worst

Blue eyes that pierce like her soft cries

Peaking between her thighs

What surprise

Cerulean beams make their way through the stream

Relish through the chiffon handkerchief

At the ridge of her smile

What a while

Wet lips wash outie belly button

At the edge of her glow waters flow

Cerulean beams make their way through the stream

Seduced every nerve with the weight of her curves

What will I do with all these memories of you - without your arms to carry me through it all?

I once fit securely in the nook of your neck.

Oceans of bliss in every peck.

Now we’re a wreck.

Kindred hearts making sweet, tender love in the dark.

When did that spark tear us apart?

We broke too hard and split too far.

Now two souls struggle to gather the parts.

Tell me who you want to be

Pull the invisible string

Reveal all you are

Heaven in your sober body

Elevate these heavy sense

Pure vibrations, hash receptions

This is a brand new high

When your love rivers run dry

Could I would turn your farce into dust

Inhale your fumes when this trance combusts

Heaven in your sober body

Elevate these heavy senses

Pure vibrations hash receptions

My coping aesthetic is copacetic