this is my battle

between my ribs.
and your heart.
the world as we know it.
versus love's let-downs.

I can't kill myself.
so I have to keep going.
for good or ill.

until I am hit by a car.
until I am hit by a heart attack.
until the oceans rise and roar.
just like Thomas Fucaloro warned.

make a good morning odd.
make a happy ending last forever.
make myself a martyr for my own mercy.
make a mask and give it to the wall.

I can't kill myself.
so I have to keep going.
for good or ill.

so stay tuned. 
and keep a positive pistol in your back pocket.