I stand, and I look, at an empty grave.
Losing the taste for the life that I crave.
And speaking of taste, What is that smell?
Could I find sweetness in this new found hell?
That rupture in my ear, its coming from the street
I can hear theirs, but where's my heart-beat?
In denial, I scream "what madness is this!"
I scan my memory, nothing but the Kiss.
And now, I should thank you, for life after death.
No prayer for forgiveness with my dying breath.
Forever glued to sins, that won't be forgiven.
Denied God....but a God amoung men! Ah Men!
J. Koblitz
