Razor sharp, you rose from the bed.
All things you sought to regret -
Thought forgotten,
They remember you.
They will bury you.

I remember -

You're lying again,
You're lying still.
A sheet's draped over a wishing-well
You and your lover found between each other.
Still, you lay so fucking still
Below and beholden,
I can't tell where I'm looking;
Whether I'm heading
Toward the exit
Or the end,
I can never tell.

Last edited by scousertommy at Feb 15, 2009,