Last night,
I thought I heard your footsteps
Chasing me in the rain.

I was in the midst of running,
Trying to take off all my pain.
Attempting to make some distance from all my hatred, all my fears.

I was thinking, how really ****** is this,
My life now turned to **** and chips,
How could death be worse than this,

How, really, how ****** am I?
When I thought I saw you in his truck pass by,
It wasn't him but I didn't care.

I looked the devil in the eye,
I stared at him with sharpened knives,
I looked at him and wondered why,

Things had turned out like this.
As if my happiness could never exist.

I came back with bloodied hands and a mouth of froth,
The fire raged and engulfed the wild dancing moths,
As angry thoughts came for you both,


But as dense and frequent as this rabies comes these days,
I'd never been this gone.
I would have turned to chase the innocent man,
But it came in like a song...

The sound from far behind my aching corpse, a small child swiftly ran,
Her ghostly footsteps charged behind me,
The knife dropped from my hand,

Like an eternal memory returning,
I peered at her silhouette cast,
Light from some other end of a tunnel,
And all these things just disappeared.

My walking carcass suddenly stopped in its tracks and nearly collapsed,
As for the first time in a long, long time I felt something from deep inside,
Something that brought me from underneath, something that in a sudden leap, in instant made me weep,

I heard the smile upon your face, your passing grace,
Your pleidan freckles, angel mess of hair, your glowing baby teeth,
I heard your heart beat strong within my chest, butterflies from ash as you flew upon your feet,

And I stood there in the street crying praying that this memory wouldn't retreat.
On and on into the ghostly past I heard the pounding flip flops of your feet..

And when it disappeared I released my weight and sunk into the street,
I knew the memory, come before, would never come complete,

But when the demons left my heart and my tortured mind had ceased,
I stood there in the cold and rain, warm with you, within my fleece.

You had reminded me of peace,

I knew it wasn't you.
It was more like the last thing a dead man hears,
Before he dies he wonders how friends end up on such separate tiers.
And with a final breath he'd remark along with puzzled world, "how weird"
And into curious night return towards motion disappear.

But seeing you in that darkest moment broke my heart and soul, though I could only hear your cheers.
Your distant gaze so near like brightest light from ballroom chandeliers,
Among the fading sun and echoing night I pined away into my hole of hell drawn near,

And you came and left, as phantoms do, and that's all this dead man will ever hear,
But my love I wish you could know the truth,
It was the happiest I'd been in years.