Ashes To Ashes, Bones To Paste
You’ll Wither Away In Your Resting Place
Eternity In A Wooden Case
We All Fall Down
sometimes i dream im dead.
sometimes your eyes set over the horizon, all green and yellow, shining like the sun.
i like to dream of you darling, i like to remember.
that was before it burned, wasnt it?
when we were happy, when you had starlight in your eyes.
every night we could dance the pain away,
every night we would write our wishes down and seal them into mason jars.
I smashed those jars, and i stood in the middle of the floor watching the sun glitter off all those jagged pieces.
they caught my reflection, they repeated all those broken dreams we had.
your eyes used to shine like those thousand fragments, but they’ve gone dead.
your eyes are nothing now, they only exist to haunt and stare and poison.
it was a slow decay, but i didn’t notice until you had slipped out of my fingers.
things always seem to be slipping away from me, darling,
that is why i love the ocean so much.
the waves always come back, after they go away.