the turbulent air (reprise) im breathing the rain sitting here in her murder chair trying to understand the calculations she lives through a world of mystery breathing next to me and as she slips once again into the other plane of existence a whisper leaves her lips like a parting gift falling into the silence the room that bears it like a brutal blow that whisper contains all ever needed to be known all ever wished in the best of tender dreams and it is so bitter such a tangible dark that my heart cannot contain it and that wounded silence in the room gives it silent utterance like an image of an echo im breathing the steady ocean of rain sitting in her self murder chair looking at the row of scars on her arms soul and feeling them in mine would give empires to see her happiness i verbally refuse her addictions condemn the prison she builds to keep herself in but shes not listening she is playing with the black dove of her doom its disease is in its pretty feathers they spread slowly on the turbulent air they spread slowly on the eyes as she slips into the deep night hidden in broad daylight im exhaling the damp weather curled up in the self mutilation chaise lounge its a nice classical french piece red eyes rolled back now to the visions that the mind trickles down into conscience like capitulation to the spoken whisper that left her limp lips that weak set of words that are so strong bends the will fear of offence overpowers reason her whisper like a tender touch of knives in the turbulent air the turbulent air it rises on its dark wings into the blue piece of sky escaping and leaving me here in the self murder chair escaping and leaving me here breathing the rain
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 00:04:28 +0000
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