Under a winter’s sun
Slain … sadness blessed rebelliousness
Pavement painted
With a warm red soul
Veins
Flowed from the mind manifest
Liquid emotions…thoughts
Trickling down manhole covers

…
Wailing cries from father
Mother…lover
…

That was a month ago
And I cannot tell you after death,
Where it is my kind go
…
But I move gracefully in the fog
And I travel lightly in the smoke
My face runs in the mirror
As my heart echoes below
…
I’ve forgotten comfort or rest
I couldn’t tell you of the hunger
For as I have not closed my eyes
To sleep…
Neither have I thirst or desired
A thing to eat
…
I cannot feel
Surreally I speak
…
Because it is she
…
I walk through her walls
Mimic …
The touch that made her blush
Now she cringes in cold blue
Till she falls sick
…
So I watch from a distance
Yet she knows I’m there
Writes to me nightly
Into me … stared…but through me
Walked…
Fears the worst…eyes burst forth
Rivers grand…if only I could again
Squeeze her hand as she once
Held my heart
…
Depart
…
But remain
Because I hear her heart
Jump beats
When she mistaken shadows
And silhouettes
For the man that was once me
…
As it would seem…she inevitably
Pulls barrel to mouth
Trigger to toe
Shower scolding
Yet colder than you know
…
I beg … I plead
To something…to someone
Anything greater than me
To stop her …
But the silent screams seems
Only to mock…her…her
I love despite the hollowed chest
And there I am suddenly
In the steam…a dream…a vision
Something she believes manifest
…
Barrel lowers
Breath escapes…and thine eyes tell all
And just like that
The numbing subsides
She feels the pain
From hot water…from loss…emptiness
Losing him…then she said it…my name

I had almost forgotten…

Depart…
Fading way to fast…losing her face
Consciousness no longer there to grasp
Fading to black… goodbye my love…at last…

Life



Running Up That Hill - Placebo