I am a Mouse

I am a Mouse.

 It was the beginning of the last month
of my life,
 The last moment, oh beautiful Apocalypse.
You kill me, like a predator of mice,
During the Spring time April.
Her beauty consumes my happiness,
   Or distorts my ignorance.
Time is the one that will tell,
Through trials and tribulations.
Good bye My Darling, April's beauty
 paints the beginning of the end.

Cutting through the paper's transparent edge,
Shaping my final days -- they lead to
Meaningless days of May--
 Dis-May my sorrow, for you have left,
Forever more, Forever more, my summer time obsession
I long for you so much more, Need you so much closer
Running through Summer's bliss,
May, your final days be spent with me.

June it gets hotter as my sweat cools
My Tears.
 I need your strength
 Take the gun from my hand
 Drop the rose and walk into the sun.
Your time in this town,
Your time with me has expired
 And we move slow, but steady
 Through the month of June.

I am a mouse,
My love is a bird,
An owl, swooping through the cool Summer's Nights.
Birthday and holiday surprises.
Kiss me with my cheese in my mouth,
Devour me this month of July
Before I lie alone, asleep and still
 breathing your sent.

I am thinner now, paler, weaker,
 Silent.
Hear it beating along my side.
Vans, stealing all the things I love.
The men in jackets take the sheets, pillows,
 the closet full of memories.
Whipe the slate clean,
Erase it before I walk down the hall,
Toward the wrong door.
Closing my eyes and hoping you will appear,
Disappear in the school days of August.

18 more days.
18 more years.
18 more hours.
18 more months.
18 more minutes until I feel your wind.
My love, 18 more times i shall mourn.
I pulled the trigger 18 days into September,
 leaving, forgetting,
Summer's sent,
And that --
I am a mouse.

All Hallow's Eve,
Reoccurring ghost haunt my nightmare.
The Hawk swooping through the auburn leaves.
Fall from Space.
Candy that rots my soul,
I am simple,
I am insignificant
Without my love,
Who is a bird this late October Night.

Nightmare in November's days.
Thankful for living in my ghost.
Thankful for you --
Far away from me.
Thankful for the hours of memories --
Rewind the reel.
I squeal, for your killing me,
Why haven't you eaten me whole?

Cold nights become colder without
My personal heater.
I smell your aroma in my head.
Four months is too long,
My sheets have been washed for you.
My slate cleaned, my heat ignorant.
The package on my bed disperses of you
December's Christmas giving,
Results in my regression,
I bleed far from lonely,
Smelling your wings.

New Years.
New Days.
New Months.
New Hours.
New Minutes.
Spending every New Second,
A New Lover,
Whispering lonely, hollow lies...I love you.
January -- sweet bliss.
Fills that old whole with new cheese.

Heart's of passion consume my mousey emotions,
Fearful of pain, pain no more.
Presents of remembrance,
He loves me on these long February Days.
He sees me upside-down
Buys the perfect words -- I love him.
Will you visit me this year, on February?

A year.
I am but a mouse.
I am a small piece of self-reliance.
Spring begins -- welcome home -- Happy Birthday, my bird.
I am but a mouse.
Thank-you for the cheese,
Murder me softly -- I love you
I love him.
I am but a mouse.
Walking with a hole,
And a piece of cheese.
March campaigns for birds to return home,
Consuming me, Destroying me,
Eat my heart,
So you will eat my Cheese.