He won't be seeing anyone, today

it seems
whenever i love you
i speak in terms
of enemies and warcraft
and the third reich
where i was fed and left to die

it appears
sinking into your face
something is missing here
the spreading wing ..
did you lose it,
or was it only misplaced,
dear

and on those rain-soaked days
when the memory is fade
you'll bottle up your face
and leave me all alone in this place
until
you
recall


what was it..

and when the thunder melts
into your skin
prying pulling at the memories within
i promised you that i'd let you alone
but the truth is a shiver
as the marrow is the bone

and on those rainy day,
when it's only you alone
lips sealed like an envelope
with your name,
i recommend myself for a change,
sinking into your face
op'ning up memories
and out of bounds
and taking dreadful calls from these
raving hounds
you've set up so
carelessly,


it's not like swimming all alone
in these canals
i'm here beside you
drowning