This Poem is called the Helix Nebula
We were magnetized to the helix nebula,
as the sadness drank us in the waves.
On our endless walk down Mulberry Street
Where i'd learned of your stoning,
Where I trusted you with your magic.
Under the poetry of the slick moon washed over the river.
For a moment it was beautiful again
Rid itself of overheated catfish vapors
And you were beautiful, although destroyed
All that I could help you with was blind ignorance of what love was.
And I can bash away at the lullabies that would haunt us and crawl through our skin.
 
Tripping over the biting mosquitoes
As I learned you would depart back
And new suicides would breathe in each of my heartbeats
The tears of all the galaxies bled out majestically with colours i've never imagined before.
I traced the lines of my own hand
hoping to find the constellation which the lines of your hands lay.
