The Usual Mr. Nordin

The Flowers Are Bleeding

To my beloved wife Isabelle
I pray that you are well
My heart has been in constant pain
I'm sure that you can tell
Life has lost all meaning
My blood does not run red
For my blood consists of silver
And my soul feels heavy dread
Every day I think of you
My mind is no longer mine
For my brain is full of blowflies
And our legs can't intertwine
I want nothing more than you
I want nothing more than death
For my heart just cannot take it
I collapse at every step
I want to feel your skin
I want to feel your touch
Life is hell without you, love
The pain is just too much
I see you in the flowers
I see you in the streets
What's real? What's fake? I'm not sure
For madness never sleeps