Funeral Diner For The Beasts
The rivers swelled,
and swept you away,
and the night gave way to disregard and discussions in
the form of questions.
While you shook your head and I tried to pretend.
So it all fell away,
fell towards an ending as I used to say.
But it never meant as much then,
and I've been colder since.
Colder like the river sweeping everything of worth away,
underneath.
To belong to something,
to end in nothing,
below.
I want to be given back,
so that I'm certain of one thing at least so that in the
nothing I can be at peace.
Whatever may come from heaven let it rain down and prove
me wrong.
