i fucked up; i did everything wrong
and now my father's dead and gone
and there's brown and brittle fallen leaves
resting on top of the piano keys
made of ivory turning yellow with age
just like his arms his legs his face
when they glowed with sickness when his blood was unclean
and the sparkle in his eyes turned to a lifeless gleam

i fucked up; i did everything wrong
and now my true love's dead and gone
she tore out her eyes and gave them to me
so that next time god came i could see
why those were the only times she smiled
she said 'i am and will be happy for a while
i can hear his voices sleeping in the air
and the empty sockets don't hurt anymore, i swear'

i fucked up; i did everything wrong
and now my child is dead and gone
night and moonless night - darkness and hail
his flesh was grey where it wasn't transparently pale
i didn't know what i'd do, i couldn't understand
i didn't know what to do, so i reached with my hands
to touch my palms to the fresh skin grafts on his scalp
hoping somehow it'd heal him, that somehow it might help


Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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