SomeoneGone
01-25-2005, 08:55 PM
Some Day You'll Remeber These Words
As though spoken from a place of rest
The boy standing lonesome in a mirror
These past cold days
Stands straight as the arrow through his head
The last years have left their scar
In a flash
And if you seek the sanctity
You once called your tomb
All you need is to wade into the shadow
He is so ripe with suicide
That a natural noose forms in his veins
It's all that flows from him
But he's already dead, inside and out
As though spoken from a place of rest
The boy standing lonesome in a mirror
These past cold days
Stands straight as the arrow through his head
The last years have left their scar
In a flash
And if you seek the sanctity
You once called your tomb
All you need is to wade into the shadow
He is so ripe with suicide
That a natural noose forms in his veins
It's all that flows from him
But he's already dead, inside and out