We have that black, blue, black-blue colour,
And gentle blood, you say you adore,
When it's falling down my knees and down the floor,
Where you find me every time.
Seconds of hours walking in squares
I used to draw when I was young.
You are a man now, and I am a woman.
Say what that has to do with anything
When I hold the gun- and name all the gods
This life let me know
And you allowed me to adore more than you
When you would not listen to my pleads.
Midnight hours talked with great sympathy
To my body, when I had no idea how
To carry it all the way up the two floors
And you, having the name I screamed repeatedly,
Tirelessly, wouldn't walk the steps for me.
Meet me in the hallway.
And if you're cold, open the door just a little.
Would you mind letting me in tonight?
I'll suffer through this, through sad things,
Sway with me, everything sad, a war with no allies,
My purpose is floating away, your form is passing past me
White's missing black, missing contrast-
You are insane to think I'm the opposite here,
You are mad to say sorry.
I accuse you of everything that is happening to me.
And not happening. And how my person feels less now
I realise I had absolutely no control over it.
The rain doesn't make any sense to me
As it won't clean the minds of the people under
And I hate to admit that I'm in the middle of the street
Trying like a fool to find my way towards absolution
But you know nothing about mercy.
Everything in the pale of your hands -stop crushing it.
You are not God, you are a Liar.
Stop whispering, I heard you whispering- I did.
Not everything is on my mind.
You weren't actually cold tonight.
Spare me some sympathy and get out, wherever you are hiding get out.
I'm growing desperate. It's raining flowers for the walking bodies.
Stranger, I have this urge to pretend I know you. I do not really. But you make a great character. So I have to look everywhere in case you are around. Sounds alright? Prayers and madmen chasing after me. We need to rush this. I think we should run. Stranger, I hand you the gun, you close your right eye to aim better,
and I like it:
We have that black, blue, black-blue colour,
And gentle blood, you say you adore,
When it's falling down my knees and down the floor,
Where you find me every time.
