I didn't choose to leave you
For here I don't belong...
The Tragedy of Birth,
myths and religions forming our horizon...
If you open your eyes,
And gaze them upon her...
Lonely,
Longing...
Staring into the floor of a four-walled haven for...
As still and as steady as the petrified victims of...
Please. . .
Take the bottle...
A curious little girl
she picked up a shiny new toy...
Run.
The door is open...
Thoughts torment the mind,
it even does one final parting curse...
I was nodding my head to the song they sing
My friend was here too each with a bottle of drink...
The black ravens follow me,
whistling along with his verses...
I feel so numb
so hollow...