Waking up Alone

**Luzifer** · 09-11-2006 03:35 PM

You had no sense like a man without a head
And she would sleep upon the foot of your bed
As you dreamed of other’s wine and other’s bread

You didn’t watch as she danced across the playground
With cherry blossoms swirling all around
In a tempest whose silence would come to resound

Threw the ebbing tides the fade into tomorrow
Where there is not enough heart coins to borrow
And you can’t clout your wounds in a field of bandages and yarrow1

her nectar laugh would buzz gentle on the breeze
like the croning song of a thousand frolicking bees
which drowning in there honey sniff there flowers only to sneeze

casting petals to the air where they fall into the boiling
water filled with oil, which you have taken time for soiling
as it bubbles with the anger that has been left so long broiling

She would smile on the frost bitten streets of dust
While factories loomed covered up in rust
And every little piece of clothing was an absolute must

She wouldn’t hear the siren’s screaming voices
And looked up to you making all your choices
But you lay with others covered up in clothes that always left you moist

It was a dewish sheen that she would never dare to see
Never dare to comprehend the dervish you would be
A confused tornado upon the sand that can help but scream

Pulling stones you cast them slowly across the water
You had no money but you put your diamond up for barter
And when that feel she would sing gently like a martyr

But after writing insanity upon a thousand warehouse walls
You ears plug by grass blades to silent suffering call
It was long until you everything faded away behind the misty pall

And now you sling yourself like a coin into the fountain
And you scream with a soul which you left upon the mountain
Where there is a headstone and flower and a shrine, five candles and countin’

1. Yarrow , for those who may no know, is a flower whose leaves can be chewed into a paste and used to clot blood