[post-humerous response]
your thoughts --- tingled senses
& yer feeling quite reckless
you close with an off line
much louder than mine
louder than hers
louder than words
just a heart needing mending
but them dollars yer spending
could buy every line from here
to the moon
death is the last bastion
and it echos in your head
you cant really do it
so you kill off the feeling instead
it becomes mind over matter
and your mind's turned to batter
& nothing more need be said