Death my old friend
By aquiouss
There's a lake on the poisonous mountain
Where death himself comes to cry
I mention I'll listen to his haunted memories, but on his breath they all
seem to die
There's a tree up there on the mountain that's anointed with our salty
tears,
It's adorned by the broken hearts of young women,
And has refused to flower for years
There's galleries of fear in our tear drops
Where the dead lie forever still,
There's a painting of seven cold faces
Where the light of love's never been
There's an abstracted boat in a rain storm
With invisible jesus tied to the mast,
and a landscape so barren it's brokenĀ
Full of fragments gleaned from our pasts
And the bar that we frequent is emptied
by celebrities with their bad reviews,
A one man band on stage is sinking, way beyond what we'd call the blues
And we hum along with him softly
Even though we don't know the tunes
The moon has forgotten us completely
She refuses to light up the bay
And as we stagger inward with our garlands of tearsĀ
Death and I still have nothing to say