Suicide And Other Comforts
I pace, aloneIn a place for the deadOvercome by woeAnd here, I've grownSo fond of dreadThat I swear it's heaven
Oh sweet Mary,Dressed in griefRoll back the stone
With these words scrawled in a severed handTears fall like shards of glass that bandIn rivers, like sinnersSwept with me to join the damned
A darkened skyThe day that laughter diedFell swiftly into nightAnd stayed within Her sightStaring at the knifeOh God, how easy now the sacrificeMy life, to have Her with me
So farewell to distant thunderThose inept stars I've worshipped underFall father, their FatherLies in wait in flames belowWhilst my love, a blood red flowerCalls to me from verdant bowersGraveside, I cryPlease save me from this Hell I know
A darkened skyThe day that laughter diedFell swiftly into nightAnd stayed within Her sightStaring at the knifeOh God, how easy now to sacrificeMy life, to have Her with me
An eye for an eye as espied in the bibleMy faith is lost to the burning of idolsOne less cross to press upon the survivalOf this lorded agony
And I, (much as I have triedTo bury Her from mind,Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...)Still sense Her presence so divineLithe arms about my throatLike pining swans entwinedFootfalls at nightfall close to mine
Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
I snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedarsSee Her face in every natural featureMidst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever...With glee deceiving me
Suicide is a tried and tested formula for release
I hear Her voice from where the grave defies HerSiren song to sing along, no finerSuicide notes, harmonised in a minorStrike a chord with misery
No light nor reefNo unsinkable of romance keeps meSafely from the stormy seasNow drowning, resoundingDeath-knells pound my dreamsUnthinkable to dredge through thisListless and lonely winter frieze
A darken skyThis day hereafter diesFalls swiftly into nightAnd stays within my sightStaring at the knifeOh God, how ease it was to sacrificeMy life, to have Her with me
No more a victim of a crusadeWhere souls are strung from a moral palisadeI slit my wrists and quickly slip away...I journey now on jewelled sandsBeneath a moon to SummerlandsTo grace Her lips with contrabandThe blaze once in my veins