With tears In her eyes she smiled in the mirrorYou're a strong one, you fell but got upAlthough right nowI don't know how much longer you can keep it upAnd her smile dies down while she holds the blade to her wrist
I saw you again,Holy shit.The feelings tried to crawl back but I didn't let them,Not this time.But damn was it hard,Damn how much I wanna love you,Damn how much I wanna hold you,But that can't happen, it won't, and I know it never will.
I see you watch her now,It used to be me but once again it's her.Shes noticed too but tells me she doesn't want you,I know your pure heart,If she ever gets to know you-I'll be the supportive friend,We were never meant to be,Be happy, that's your plan.Fix her heart, I'll fix my own.Don't worry about me,I'll always have a smile on my face, even when I'm too tired.Don't look me in the eye though or else I might cry.
Take a hold nowOn the silver handles here,Six silver handles,One for each of his old pals.Take holdAnd lift him down the stairs.Put him on the rollersOver the floor of the hearse.Take him on the last haul,To the cold straight house.The level even house,To the last house of all.The dead say nothingAnd the dead know muchAnd the dead hold under their tonguesA locked-up story.
I am not the black cat.There were four of us;my grandmother,a black cat,a myth,and I.My grandmother oftentold us a myth.When you are ill, she said,if a black catcomes and sits on your bedit means that youwill die soon.I was only six,seriously ill.Our black cat
He wakes, who never thought to wake again,Who held the end was Death. He opens eyesSlowly, to one long livid oozing plainClosed down by the strange eyeless heavens. He lies;And waits; and once in timeless sick surmiseThrough the dead air heaves up an unknown hand,Like a dry branch. No life is in that land,Himself not lives, but is a thing that cries;An unmeaning point upon the mud; a speckOf moveless horror; an Immortal OneCleansed of the world, sentient and dead; a flyFast-stuck in grey sweat on a corpse's neck.I thought when love for you died, I should die.It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.