something I wrote a while ago |
Evermore (The window) Bruised and beaten you crawl to the window 50 feet of anxious sweat this was your last nerve, serving no purpose 50 feet of no regret your light’s been blinking all this time 50 feet of wishes wrecked No chance to lie just keep believing 50 feet of seconds left All the while you wake up screaming to the noise She Can’t be breathing entice me, invite me I’ll see you at your grave site slowly, slowly being lowered down your face is etched with burn and brimstone your hands are cold... I told them once I saw what you did to yourself She can’t be breathing There was too much going on, she couldn’t hear herself She just couldn’t see And her pillow told the story so well she can’t be breathing Rapture and intent on death you stumble to the bathroom shower Memories trapped inside the mirror the glass wants to be broken clear fog and notes pierce the walls staining imprints in the stalls the clues you left were so near Evenings and happenings your reasoning falls through the cracks I wonder should I take it back best of all you have no idea that this has been a trick All the while you wake up screaming to the noise she can’t be breathing |