If flowers could cry, Would the water out-spilled Also drown them Like a sloshing grave of Wet mud?
I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.
The devil’s in my midst.
I find no release. I die. I die, Yet I’m not free. Not 'til I die.
In my house, You don’t ask questions. The whispers from mom and dad Signal you to a hiding place. In my house,
When you taste your own sweet tear… Know I’ll be there. When the night becomes a friend, Know
Oh, such a sweet fool. I once thought love Was reigning savior. So, so foolish. I once believed love
Walking by at night, I saw the falling snow Tumble down like sleep. God, how could you be So cruel as to give
My broken heart Throbs dysfunctionally. It beats to a cracked rhythm Between dead, dead, dead And life, life, life.
If I should die before I wake, don’t cry, For that was what I always wanted…
What you meant– What I meant When I said, “I love you.” What you meant to me Wasn’t what you said
That red ribbon is so wrinkled. Rouge like blood Or rushing anger Or a blaring stop sign. It’s crumpled:
While you were gone, My childhood dog died. I wept for both of you, And I felt like a corpse. While you were gone,
Nights of chuckling After no jokes And Dancing without nerves Become me
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
