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suicide and a conversation with God |
| I talked to God on the phone and on my way home I left him my answer and I left him my dreams... I asked: Will you be my friend when happiness ends? Will colour still exist in the storm? And will I see velvet dreams in a neon light? Or will I just fade away? Nevermind... It's just another wasted phonecall anyway I see butterflies catching the morning I see restless love in the darkest wilderness I see the moon die in my hand and my eyes closed with a single gentle touch It's always better the first time when existance sees me through my dreams Will you let me know?... And will you let me in?... ...the day... when I come? Will you call back? before I get old?... or will I just be locked out? The pills don't work I still see my face I'm leaving this life... I'm better off there... I'm already half way... and still there's no answer.... It's just another wasted phonecall anyway.... |
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