Montag, 31. März 2008

Walking On The Fucking Border Line


You appeared like an angel!
You fell like rain into my lap like a heart attack, like lightning from your name.
I'm running dry of bad excuses. Don't want to lie or seem intrusive, but time hasn't told me anything and neither had you.

A poinsettia in poison rain traded true love for insult and injury!
We washed it down the drain with one silver bullet and two vicodin!

You woke up in darkness, suitcase already packed.
Note on the bedstand signed in blood "Sincerely, never coming back"!
A nightmare on my street the day you arrived.
A nightmarish household in which you died, because it made you feel at home.
Somehow made me feel at home.

A poinsettia in poison rain traded true love for insult and injury!
We washed it down the drain with one wooden stake through the heart and two vicodin!
We watched the sun fall crown on a city that sleeps in a world upside down.
A slow ticket straight out of town. You went out with a bang when you took with you all my dreams underground.

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