The sun had not yet peeked its face through the bedroom window
When you had already gone.
No kiss, nor goodbye.
If I’m being honest...
I fear that only in death
Will I, break free
From the prison
Comfort has built for me.
The flaws I so desperately fought to compress,
Became visible to the one bearing my name,
But the love residing in such a soul
I mustn’t give in to that devilish chair,
For if that poisonous melody grabs hold my name,
I will be forced to wait for that, that never...