There  is nothing here now
but me
trying to stop me

left alone on my own
in a home
where there's no one left
to talk to

I don't know
should I go
or would I stay here
then
I remember it was
this time last year
I asked myself that question

and
it's always the devil that I know
who never gives an answer.

Never thought much of dying
when living gives a buy in
to the card game
but
it's chances that we take
that make us strong
or break us
and we're crying.

Mc Guire's on the wireless
and telling us
that
war will bring destruction

can't hear a choir
the Messiah
can't be listening

bury your heads in the sand
and make believe that it's
not happening
and
a selfie on the shelf
will make you think
that you're not
leaving.

don't you know
we left long ago
before the flowers
melted snow
and
started bleeding.