• You hold my frame in your heavy grip,
    Slurred words and blurry eyes,
    But even with strength I always slip,
    Into the darkness, where no one can hear my cries.

    I await in the moonlight for you to return,
    Yet you always cease to show,
    My heart becomes heavy, and begins to burn,
    Hatred, no longer love, begins to grow.

    I can remember the lies,
    Those sweet words that made everything alright,
    But though words mean nothing, the meaning dies,
    I can no longer stand this,
    I shall slip into the night.

    It is dark and cold,
    But nothing is worse,
    Than waiting till the end with nothing to hold,
    Repeating the words,'i love you' never forgetting to rehearse.

    So now I lay limp, in the narrow alleyway,
    Absent of breathe, yet somehow rich in life,
    No longer will I be used in any other way,
    My pain ends with the tip of a knife.