I can't **** this pain,
Not with a knive or pencil,
Not with foul words or soft lips,
Not with caring hands or a fist.

It is the pain of a love
Where once more Cupid missed.

I wish I could tell I love you,
and to be yours alone,
But your hands reached to
your God instead,
and you will never know,
I'm laying crushed and crippled,
rotting under His throne.

The lips lie,
The hands fight,
And the soul cries
Of a heart denied.
Oh my mind,
Will I survive.

There is a body in the water
Its blueish cold and bare
It seaths, shrieks and screams but
In its lungs there is no air

There is a body in the water
Hands choked tight its neck
Can't speak, can't lift his head,
so now it only stares

There is a body in the water
And I threw it in there
I hated the way it talks, it walks,
It sees and breathes and speaks,
But most I hated the way it
loves and what it needs.

There is a body in the water
Someday it will come up again
That's when I fill my lungs with air.
And say to them: I am.

I feel like there is a summer
To come but yet long gone
But I trapped myself
In a perpetual dawn,
Expecting midday

Lift the body
And the mind follows
Since the mind is heavier
But it is not alone
With the body
You have you

If I was the sky of stars above,
Would you see me?
Or would I be outshone by moon and sun,
too faded and far away,
or would you even then not lift your gaze from cold ground away

Though at last,
The years of ice are breaking,
Will I drown in depth down,
Or was I already,
And breath for the first time.

I could cry
My whole life
For you,
But you would not stand
At my funeral
When it only rains.