Descending Pain
Piet Focroul
To attend your funeral would be
The moment I dread the most
One look into that peaceful light
If I only could hear those whispering words
Whispering
But I can't 'cause I live in this room
Where no sound can penetrate
I will be nothing but a memory
A picture burned into the flesh of your eyes
Of your eyes
Let me take you
To this place I belong
I cannot pretend to be happy
You cannot pretend to be sad
Let me taste your salted tears
Before you leave me here to die once again
Once again
So my spirit can descend
Like a cloud from hell
And let you feel the burning pain you caused
Many times I have hesitated
But it would make me like you
It wouldn't be worth it to hurt you
'Cause your death means nothing to me
Nothing to me