Divided we stand;
You don’t want to know me,
But when you fall,
I’m all you’ve got;
Alone you will fall.
Load up my gun,
Put the barrel to my face,
And blow your brains out.
The gunshot rings out;
A blast across the moon,
And the shock echoes.
The smoke wisps gently with the ghosts of the dark,
The dust settles,
I close my eyes
And feel nothing.
I turn away and walk and feel
Nothing.
I can’t turn into a broken soul;
Nothing inside me can die,
It’s already dead,
But not buried.
I hold the shovel
Ashes to ashes…
And I refuse to let go
…Dust to dust
A chilling landscape of black,
Surrounded by dim,
I cannot turn back.
Pushed into a blood lake,
Hoping I drown
For my own sake.
Eyes of crimson,
Swallow it down.
Taste the life;
See it as your own.
I look up and see you
Through the clear;
Breathing without air,
Now that you’re here.
