Two years ago I learned a lesson But it didn't make sense until today
Three little dogs out in the snow Roxy was short and round, but she was strong with red fur Bumble and Sparky were smaller still and just wanted to have fun And after a few minutes shrill barks filled the air Bumble called for help as his brother was being torn apart Roxy had him at his throat The snow was red with blood So I grabbed the beast And timid Sparky tried to run away Blood poured from his throat
Now as day turned into night Bumble and Sparky were safe inside Roxy was out in the cold She wasn't safe and had to go Bumble sat the whole night waiting for his brother And sparky lay wrapped in his mother's arms Trying to keep it together
There are two kinds of people in this world That I now know You either tear out the throats of the innocent Or keep your head down and try protect your own
It was in your arms like I always am that I had my first nightmare starring you
It started simple enough Wake up like we always do You off to class and me back off to sleep And then the ringing began Ringing in my ears The phone And I heard her tell me The news Every detail Every fact And I felt sick So I went to get up Get dressed and put myself into something that resembles a human being Just like I always do Except I couldn't I was frozen there Suspended in that dark dream unable to move You were dying An accident and you were dying Bleeding out body failing and just dying And I couldn't get to you Couldn't talk to you Couldn't hold you I remained frozen by the sick twist of a dream And I cried Feeling as each part of my heart broke Shattered like glass on pavement And you were gone
The lights stretch back for miles, hollow stares all trained toward the twisted, shattered steel, waved on in pairs and threes like visitation lines at ******'s speed, slow enough for a glimpse, high enough for everyone to get a turn. The night turns every shade of paint black, each window to a tinted mourner's veil, glass shards strewn by an uncaring hand to scintillate like starlight in the glare, sirens wailing away like the bereaved.