Friday, November 12, 2010

My Lullaby


And I know all too well what it’s like
To have the tears dropping down be my lullaby.
The ghost of your memory haunts me at this time
No matter how hard I try
To erase the taste
To erase the touch
To erase the tears
Nothing’s ever quite good enough.

I’ve drowned them in whiskey,
I’ve smothered them with wine,
And the drink falls in drops
As hard as the rain from the sky.
The only thing worse
Might be a dry spell, a drought.
I can only imagine the absence of tears
Would be the result of a numbness felt.

So tonight I’ll lay down my paper,
I’ll lay down my pen.
I’ll give in to the sadness and let it all cave in.
Consume me, take me, rip me apart,
Anything to fill the gaping hole
Inside my heart.

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