Bye Bye
you worry me
i wander to your house
i knock on the door
i see the suicide king
moving behind you
are you ok
i ask
sure i am fine you say
i see the suicide king
laugh silently
is something wrong
no you say
i look i see the mark
of the suicide king
i put my hands on your back
the suicide king hisses at me
are you sure you’re ok
you stare at your tv
just like they always do
i put my hand on your head
come on what’s wrong
nothing you say
i see your thoughts
of jumping off the buildings
of flying off the bridge
i leave my hand there
on your head
i wish i could take away your pain
i left got on the bus
across brooklyn
stared at the man
sitting across from me
who looked like he wanted
to eat me
i am not your dinner
the bus driver speeds
click
click
passed the stop
i get out
there is a hole in the fence
in the abandoned prison
i walk inside
my friend
has aids
my friend
is dying
my friend
is hurting
i try to help him
he tries to hide
suicide king is hanging in his room again
so i keep a close eye
hey can you send some angels to new york
this city could use a few
you know cause it’s raining
tears and full of fears
the concrete is making my head bleed
the sky is covered in gray
clouds
but it’s not me who needs
extra attention
it’s all of my friends
come on
i know you’ve got some
angels on coffee break
give them a double espresso
send them down
please
so my friend doesn’t end up
flying off the Williamsburg Bridge
a week later
he comes over
his suicide king
has drained him
i lay my hands on him
and i listen
for hours
i listen
everything he was afraid of comes out
each moment the suicide king
is hissing
as i listen
he is hissing
hissing
as i listen
listen
as he is hissing
but then i see
his eyes start to shine
again
he starts to be free again
slowly his body starts to glow
his eyes twinkle
then he smiles
i go over
and look outside
the stars shine brighter
today was Christmas
i thought about it
i suppose when it is all said and done
love is all there is when life
and the sun are gone
i know we are all going to die
but if we live like we are already dead
what’s the point of life