carrying the knife in my trembling hands.
wondering where to jab it in between my glands...
every night I wield the knife.
every night it takes a life...
I poured my soul into everything,
and still came up dry...
Sing a song of finality
Of great endings...
One hand in his, the other waving
hello to the single-mother neighbor smoking...
Typical Saturday morning
I walked out the front door...
The hardness of a fist is nothing compared to the...
But I got used to it, flashing my mind into the...
the already
cramped space...
Hey,
I just came by to check in on you...
Another whirlwind around the Sun,
What is the best you have done...
A place of peace, something of serenity,
Blessed with thoughts of eternity...
There's so much more I wanted for us
Never thought our adventure would end...