THE END
The same damn thing...
As I take this knife
I grasp my life...
Puddle of red,
Blocks of gray...
The end is near
The ground falls away...
So long since I've kissed those lips...
I've had her wine running through my veins...
You're the thief
You come to steal and kill...
Snowflakes falling
from the sky...
Fingers to the blackboard,
A screech to fill bare lungs...
With dignity I was entranced by eyes of blue,
Vulnerable, I thought you were a saviour in the...
A door swings shut
opening windows and walkways...
Haunting is your voice
Melody of your love in my ear...
Most kids are afraid of dark, clammy rooms.
Where you can't see a thing except your sadness...