Snoring, childishly breathing,
Laid out upon his grave is where they'd find you.
Everyone's looking, searching, waiting, scared.
They didn't check the cemetary.
They didn't follow your trail.
I watch through the bird's eyes,
In the tree far above the stones.
I saw you awaken and bend your fingers.
I realized you were feeling the darkness.
Panic fills me but I'm motionless, emotionless.
No, I'm looking, searching, waiting, scared.
You're curious, you're blindsided, you miss him, this is him.
But it isn't! I long to fill your ears with comfort.
I stare as you try on your new dark persona.
I notice it hinge into your skin and note your surprise.
What? Are you freaking out?
Are you looking, searching, waiting, scared?
But it's under control, you don't need anyone.
That's why you hide here with him, isn't it?
Nobody loved the old you anywho;
Nobody except him.
And he was always looking, searching, waiting, scared.
You keep whispering that, and I hear it.
But then the wind whisks me away.
I picture you dark, still down there, with him.
