running against the wind
with your name on my lips
i can't seem to remember
i can't seem to recall
where i laid your fragile body
here in this dark and sad
garden of dying flowers
and suffocating perfume
stumbling falling lost here
in this gentle hell i created for us
crying moaning desperate and
waiting for you to call out to me
throw up the dark petals against
the coming storm of regret
come to me and sing with a
broken throat and heart
come now
and
die with me
in this fading garden
of
our
gentle and silent hell.