You sleep so still
And after everything
We claim to have forgiven
The no return
Was 12 returns ago
And every one the last
This
Time
I swear - Did you really believe that?
I know these words
These sounds I recognise
And shapes all too familiar
The saddest thing;
A point to recognise;
All reasons and excuses;
Well they are, I fear, as pathetic as are your own
I am
We are
Sadly
Too far
The line we had drawn before is thinning out
Too far, gone
We need
No more
Junkies and
who*es
The line we had drawn before has disappeared
Too far gone
You sleep
So still
You'll sleep through everything...