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| I hear the soft humming of a street lamp An incessant drone Mezmerizing and maddening I Like the way objects exist in the mirror I can see a decade of life Shifting and shattering in the night air The light flickers for a moment and then deserts us The dead dream ballads in apreggio In the rust of my teeth I feel pieces of memories like bone splinters And dreams in the mortal wounds of a cadaver I remember her hands nervous and clentched I remember how cold it was inside her car I turned my head towards the window And watched my breath escape into the night As if it were my soul I remember how it felt so wrong I wondered if she would ever run her fingers Through my hair again I can feel her hands Moving across my gravestone She brings me flowers To remind me of when I was alive Maybe daisys to remind us of summer But everything is dead now And I can feel myself changing Distorting decaying I failed for you Like I always have I hope I am dead By the time you read this |