Suicidal Comforts
I pace alone in a place for the dead…Over come by woe… Yet here I’ve grown so fond of
dread that I swear its heaven… Oh my sweet May dressed in grief Don’t cry in front of his
stone with his name scrawled in a severed hand I look at you through tired eyes and see
tears fall like shards of glass that bond In rivers like sinners thoughts weep with me to join
the damned A darkened sky the day that laughter died fell swiftly into night and stayed
within her sight I set staring at the knife oh god how easy now the sacrifice of my life but let
her be with me He’s bid Farwell to distant thunder those inept stars we worshiped under
falling friends falling father lie in wait in flames below whilst my love a blood red flower falls
calls to me from verdant bowers graveside I cry please save us from the hell you’ve known
A darkened sky the day that laughter died fell swiftly into night and stayed within her sight I
set staring at the knife oh god how easy now the sacrifice of my life but let her be with me
An eye for an eye espied in the bible my faith is lost to burning idols one less cross to press
upon the survival of this lorded agony and I as much as I have tried to bury him from my
mind fates tourniquet was tied when he died lithe arms around his throat like pinning swans
entwined his foot falls always like night fall next to mine Suicide is a tried and tested formula
for release He snatched her whisper like the wind through cascades see her face in every
natural feature midst the mist and sleepy hollows of forever with glee deceiving he Suicide is
a tried and tested formula for release I hear his voice from where the grave defines him
siren song to sing alone no finer suicidal notes harmonized in a minor strike the cords with
misery memories let us be let his soul rest in peace
(Together we cry)
In memory of those lost Written by Casper
Copyright © James Louk | Year Posted 2010
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