I know who you used to be.
I know it doesn't mean much to say that anymore...
The times we had and stories that we shared,
when I did almost drown in waters deep...
Slip away, 'tis okay
After all the years you've seen...
In a broken wooden rocking chair,
I cut my long, vermilion hair...
my breath is yours so
while suffocating I know...
I lost track of you so many times
that this last one just seemed...
Closing eyes can visualize
blond hair and blue...
I lost you.
You threw a dagger at my heart...
It's not goodbye it's see you later.
I will see you again when it's my time...
This is not an ode to Freddy,
Though his words seem rather apt...
beneath a black-netted curtain;
her face simmers in a sombre shade of pale...
It seems so hard now to wake up to life
Every morning I get up before dawn...