Matthew Edward Peterson (12/21/1983 / Salt Lake City, UT)

the notorious
and you are porous
i'm so sore of this
on the edge of bliss, a kiss

for forever is a trap in me
you'll never see
i don't want eter-nity
only now i plea

and death will come with a rattle
and no battle
i'll travel
and no rather

send me to the shore
and speak not my name
or my glory
for there is nothing
i want of the world
or heaven

and after the passing
i won't look back
for i'll be lying
in the flowers of dust