For a third of my life
I've worshiped Death...
3.38am and I cannot sleep
despite my body yearning for rest...
Death is the calling of a childhood friend
or a neighbors father, chilling sound...
Going through those albums
Under your iron bed...
Mama, I saved a life today
That boy would have died...
I saw your cold body,
I hugged your cold body...
When I return by thought to youthful days;
I sprightly swing upon those swings again...
Her words become shortened
as each day is knitted into the final...
Things can't be explained in the dark
when these old eyes sting from crying...
I look at that needle hanging on to your skin
little droplets running through your veins...
God, I feel so tired
I'm not even sure where I am...
I can’t live in this world,
Nothing but violence and fear...