Why is he so hollow, wind blowing thro like there's no depht
No shades of grey, no filling on the pie
Dust grain in sweeping rain, choking on the amputating pain
There will be another day, no one's gonna find another way
Day of blasphemy and sorrow, Coffee on your teeth slipping into my mouth
Poetic elevations, ladder falling, hands slipping, seconds skippin
it drips
down
and again it drips
open your eyes, and be blinded
road is open, blocked, open again, and then, burned away. Ashes.
Wide spaces, lost graces, rose pedals on thy grave, wind
fire
Pain, that motherfucker, hugs
kisses, traded
motion in the light, you don't want to touch him, her
dripping again
drop by drop, drained away, sorrow follows
act four, funeral
it's raining, again. It's Fall, again. Everyone in black, except him. He's alone, cold. Naked. Buried.
water
Brings new life, takes it away. Coiling around you, quilt about what he did. What shall you do to escape?
act 11, Birth
blood, lots of it. No feelings but love. No mirror to love. Love turns to hatered. Hate consumes. Death.
Maybe he's dead now. Maybe he shouldn't be. Everyone gave. No one took.
Act 746, Room
He's alone, again. Tryin to imagine not to be. touches it, wants it. Can't reach, too small.
Tears, nothing new. Old same. Again. Alone.
Love.