Her lips never opened, never did they part
she gave a low sound, a sigh from the heart
I swore I heard her words, heard her silent plea
take care of him, don't let him end with me
As quickly as it started, it was suddenly done
she breathed her last, leaving behind a son
I took him in my arms, told him of her wish
He shrugged simply, proclaiming life a bitch
So I took this demon in out from the cold,
a little boy he's not, he's broken through that mold
His eyes grow redder, every single day
though doctors call them hazel, well that's what they say
I fear he'll be the end of me, soon I will be she
and as my chest rattles, my last breath it'll be
he'll control my last words, someone else to take him in
as he stays in a childs body, fed by only sin..
He's thinking of me, I can tell, but the hollow ache in my belly... that yearning, that hole, that darkness below...
I'm thinking of him, and his eyes, how can I see his eyes, and not know who he is... how can I feel his hands, and not be able to place him... he's thinking of me, I know he is...
I can feel his breath, placed upon my neck, I can feel his heart beating, faster... slowly losing everything that always made me complete, giving it up for you, whoever you may be...
He's thinking of me, I know he is.
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