Buried Alive By Love

In grey mists I see,
a V of black swans
on with hope to the grave.
Darkened by bloody dawns,
and through red September with skies fire-paved;
salvation have I craved.
(Though I know I'll never be saved)

I wished Her back but the dead adored Her,
even wild winds sang in chora for Her.
Sedating myself with nymphetamine,
so I'll sleep a thousand years
and my nightmares will be unseen!
(Please won't it be so, oh, let it be so)

Black waterfalls stream
from my vacuous eyes,
tears blistering because of Her lies;
The comedy of shipwrecked dream,
choke on ill breath without a scream.
(Like I said, it was just a dream)

Find my place among the ashes,
memoirs of felicity and distant embrace;
flushed away through final kisses and their gashes,
because I've already died with disgrace.
(This pain, I try to erase)

Soon, phantoms will be laying flowers,
at the foot of gravestone towers.
Into the ocean of my own blood;
six feet deep is the incision,
in my heart, the bar-less prison.