Was and Always
by nordaxe on Jan.23, 2010, under Writings
The course of time
has pulled the plug on destiny
and left our sad souls swimming
in a gooey dark pool of hatred and fear
that seems to never fill up
or drain
Once said
now dead
her head bled
a single metal tear was shed
why couldn’t she have died in bed?
could we count the times that she smiled?
or count the times she laughed at you and me?
could we not have said that? dead?
could we not have lied? in bed?
on the day that she died
we tried so fucking hard to cry
but sighed
and never were alive to begin with
to know what was going on
