Post by electricmayhem on Apr 29, 2009 7:08:59 GMT -5
Everyone saw you die late that February night. 2:56 a.m. came the death rattle, coagulating from within your chest and passing into air. What a beautiful escape! We all heard it. We all saw it. Everyone was there.
You never had faith in me, and unto death still don't. Pride is one thing. Faith is quite another. I can feel it, even unto death, your eyes all over the house, watching penetrating in silent judgment. You are behind every cupboard door, you live inside my closet. I close my eyes, and I feel it.
Why do we take these terrors with us even unto death? I have my horrors locked away in some other poor bloke's dresser, my memories stored in a Mason jar underneath his bed. I cannot deal with this.
Somewhere deep within the Louisiana bayou lies hidden a tiny little house surrounded by a bog. This is where I want to be. In my little boat, gliding across the glades, this is where I want to go. It is where I am safe.
The choices you have made have changed every part of me --- every atom every molecule every particle is a result of everything you did, everything you never said. I close my eyes, and I feel it. Everyone saw you die late that February night. Everyone was there.