вторник, юли 11, 2006

tired

Let me down softly
And I’ll try to forget you
In seconds you’ll be gone
But stay if you want
To watch me
Getting lower
In a cage for loners
Where’s no rage
Only bruised skin
Of your path through me
There is the sleeping pill
Right in front
You are in behind
I am cold
You are blind
The bed is there
The sheets still warm
In an empty room
With forgotten moans
Of rotten souls
Nameless
Sinfully aware
There is no going back from there
Another curve
To serve you bare
Wide and bloody
It fills the air
And there’s a fly on top of it
Sucking liquids
Feasting on my cotton skin
Seeding in there
And dying free
For there’s no reason being with me