i didn’t want to talk about death and the end of time.
i wanted love and sex and rapturous applause.
but all this bullshit & anger that she held inside
has just erupted at me like a ten ton truck of violent noise.
& i am tired of the battles & solemn with the grief
i am trying to escape & feed my self
but the windows are broken & there’s glass underneath
and the rooms are empty & the mood is grey.
for she’s left blood in my face & a deep wound in my core
& i’m telling you now, i can’t take anymore!
I have huddled in corners & lost my mind.
I have walked the streets in paine & cried cold rivers
I have talked to the dead & made many friends
I’ve considered my demise, drowning or scissors
& all this because of a girl I once knew
a morning beauty who made it hard for me to breath
a girl who i considered was the perfect idea
a girl who knocked me down & sought to leave
but i don’t want to talk about death and the end of time.
i just want to play with your beauty, entertain you with rhyme.
tis but a simple escape.