It was dawn and the kitchen light was still on I stepped in, found the suicide asleep on the floor An open mouth screams and makes no sound Apart from the ring of the tinnitus of silence You had your ear to the ground
White noise I don't know if there's breathing or not Butterflied arms tell me that this one has flown Blood seems black against the skin of your porcelain back A still life is the last I will see of you A painting of a panic attack
You died in my sleep last night
Death dreams you don't forget It's been a while since I dreamed this but Even now, when asleep, I'll tread with care
