Death

Wash it down
till you feel sick
I didn't say that you could stay
I never asked for you to leave
cut your throat on my own
different darkness blocks my view
lost in space I search for you

Dead and gone we know it's wrong
hardly a sound of rejection
dead on the ground
lost in the fog

Whisper to me
I can hear you
scream for me
I can hear you

Dead on the ground
blood rolls over the brown
dried leaves

Why can't we all hold each other?
feeble arms can't hold our weight
they drop us
and we die in their wake