I feel restricting sadness
I feel constricting hate
I feel rushing pain
I feel achingly alone ...
I see our black bleeding roses
I see a dead sheet of darkness
I see enclosing and surrounding flames
I see the blind spot I once passed by...
I think of harsh betrayal
I think of deafening lies
I think of the cage I called my home
I think of the approaching night...
I hear a staggered sobbing
I hear the angry rain
I hear frantic screaming and then
I hear a fatal silence...
I taste bitter pleasantness
I taste what I thought was tears
I taste again and realize
I taste my own sweet blood...
I feel you emotions as well as mine...
I see what no others ever will...
I think the darkness into the light...
I hear the words you are about to say...
I can already taste your warm and tempting blood...
But once more I am denied entrance
At the gate down memory lane