A newly married couple, lets
call them Bobby and Kate; had...
Whispers of forgotten dreams
float around my bedroom...
I see your face
as in the mirror I gaze...
In a trance,
walking down the dark hallway...
In a torn branch that was withered in the wind
A silence errodes its beckoning call...
My blood grows cold
Time only knows...
Drunk bastards,
picking up guns...
Why does it happen to me
i thought we were perfect couple...
I smell the filth rising out of the sun
this intrepid taunt that lures me to endless rage...
Laying on her cushy bed
Her calming music plays...
Suicide, it's something i've been thinking about...
thinking about it...
I look at someone like yourself,
And i see a serious case of hopelessness...