and as I walk
down the stairs of hell,
I feel nothing.
The bathroom is cold,
and I wash my face,
until nothing is left.
No mouth, no eyes, no nose.
Nothing. Washed away,
along with my heart,
the dawn chorus took it,
and ripped it apart.
I walk, you call,
I have nothing to say.
I don't ask you to come back,
you don't ask to stay.
Parting of the ways, I believe
is what is said.
I need fixing up,
I need a full head.
Oh well, life's short,
time to move on.
Come back? no worries,
I'm definitely gone.