My Memory Is On A Killing Spree

I miss your words
I need you too much
the song of a bird
in skies I can't touch
the pain of no more  
strangles to crush
the locked up door
stabbing through the core
squeezing out my life
through the tiny pores
there's a blunt knife
upended on the floor
waiting for I
to go down once more .


The memory
is on a killing spree
it torture's the victim
which is always me
everywhere I look
under every book
the people I think of
and the seasoning
that I cook
I know that maybe
ok yeah , I'm crazy
but I can at least say
I really miss my lady .


Why did the light go out
that so lit the way
now all fact is doubt
and I've lost my way
please don't shut me down
I sink in the ground
the frustration
is in now full resound .


Your my elation
the height of  extollation
the infinate numbers
in all my life's equations
I'm slowly going under
there is no constellations
the stars are going out
as I loose my life relations  .