1. THE CLOSET
Grief continuing, clouds descending
Your will to die. Fettered by life.
Veins swell with pious blood, light shines through cracks In leaves
Sylvan branches rustle softly when the nascent night Breathes.
A tortuous path carved by rows of lilacs, what excites Their pale dead hue
The rose hangs her head in rue.
A harrowing night in May, the 23rd day of whispering rain
Cascade over foreboding thoughts and drown these smiles That express disdain.
He trembled as he sighed,
His memory effaced by frames of death and lies.
His life viewed from afar,
His wrists carried a myriad of fucking scars.
Rosemary evergreen and safe hangs 'round the asylum of my Throat.
In remembrance of his breath filched by a tousled,
Hanging rope.
Four walls became your empty coffin
In a reclusive grave built by the sea.
Sixteen tears have caressed my cheek
A lone anemone, you've abandoned me.
Door creaks open
Your corpse is found.
Death begins
Sorrow abounds.
2. WHEN THE SUN KISSES THE MORNING
Dusk kisses the nape of her neck and holds the night in Its lovely hue
Skin mirrors the face of bright stars and leaves the day
In unending rue.
Eyes swim with red torrid approach, but feign the sky with A caustic stare
Lips as full as the river in Spring quiver now in the Greyish air.
She floats over water, brings her sorrow to ashen lips
Drinks grief from a ticking past that makes her sick.
Days stained with guileful innocence,
The wind kisses leaves, but brings no cogent recompense.
A sigh from the lips of her mouth now escapes
A blink from the lash of his eye now placates.
But the tears fall like rain spewed upon arid ground
And the storm cloaks the fervor of the love that abounds.
I sleep beneath a sky suffused with black
She whispered in my ear, "Will love be back?"
Wake in the weakening arms of future's hold
Stare in the frozen pond of dreams untold.
Sift through diurnal moods that impede sleep
Forced to endure the throes that vows do reap.
Please let me sleep in forever's grace,
Let me kiss the tears that stain your face.
Heal the wounds of mine that fester now,
Tend my wretched heart that beats somehow.
I sleep beneath damp earth
Your hand in mine.
She whispered in my ear,
"Our love conquered time."
3. SALVATION (CRANBERRIES COVER)
To all the people doing lines
Don't do it, don't do it
Inject your soul with liberty
It's free, it's free
To all the kids with heroin eyes
Don't do it, don't do it
'Cause it's not, not what it seems
Oh no it's not, not what it seems
Salvation, Salvation, Salvation is free
Salvation, Salvation, Salvation is free
To all the parents with sleepless nights
Sleepless nights
Tie your kids home to their beds
Clean their heads
To all the kids with heroin eyes
Don't do it, don't do it
'Cause it's not, not what it seems
No no it's not, not what it seems
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