[dead man]

my wedding vows will start off in malaise
"afraid my depression will slowly degrade you"
in love and in sickness, in health, and inept
sugarcoat your love with your honey colored flesh
other worldly sex, martian soil beneath ourselves
who am i kidding. selfish star gazer lost in himself
probably would decline if you offered me help
i feel how an author thinks when he writes in italics.
how?
a quiet whisper while being slightly sarcastic

beauty to me, as sad as it is.

sometimes its nice to know this is out there in the world as well.

thanks.