IRC-Galleria

He wokes up this morning,
just like the day before.
He finds himself yelling,
yelling on the floor.
He has done it again
with a smile on his face.
He has no more to gain
from his lover's grace.

"She said to me,
She really did!
Leave me be
or eat my overies.
That's the sweetiest thing to do,
The best present from a guy like you."

She doesn't breathe.
She doesn't tell.
Left is only the grief
of a crying church bell.

Bloody hands made no mistakes.
Black plastic bag hides the truth.
Where death takes it's place
there's always a message from you.

From You, my love, my man to be.
Hide not from me
what you are ment to be.
Give me wounds with no chance to heal,
Eat my overies and I will not appeal.