a day in my life
A Day In The Life
| It was raining. In the severe falsity that is my mind It appeared that the cold rain was a waterfall of bloody tears. I remember it The way I fainted when the blood ran The memories seeping from the darkness in my veins. Late at night I used to hear the Lady of Sorrows singing The words of the broken heart. But now I’m deaf to the words of pain Numb to the feeling of sadness Empty with no tears to cry. The last of the blood running through me Is cold and blue. Circulation cut off by the emense doses of anti-psychotics. Well…Here’s to the tears you knew you’d cry. |
