Caedere

Don't you know

I have it planned already

I will stare at the cold blue mountains

As I lift that wine bottle to my lips

And beg the life to leave them 

Just as cold and blue as the cordillera

Don't you know

I could only die in your arms tonight

And even if its the small things I have now

I'll cling to them like a stubborn sapling

Don't you know

The best dream I ever had

Was five bullets to the head

And a calm, quiet darkness

An overwhelming peace that took me up

and stilled my lungs.

Quiet.

quiet.