unalive

february's obituary

drowning in quicksand, blood on these poor hands

without a single soul knowing where i am

only eighteen, and coming clean; for the first time

yet my lungs filled with formaldehyde

wasn't it your turn to run and hide?

wasn't it my turn to tell all those lies?

well, not particularly. 

     GO AHEAD:

and lie, lie, lie away,

and for the love of God, do not delay

this message.

do not delay your wretched-

corpse;

yet another body on the floor,

yet another baby

lost in this storm.

at least i know what i've seen,

this blood runs through my family-

at least i know, at least i know

it was time for you to go

a long, long time ago.

now! i'll go in peace;

but it'll be one hell of a show-

so just, simply,

fully,

let go.

so long, Wednesday, until we meet again

rainbow baby, you'll be until then

i love you forever; and we'll meet again

you just rest in peace, honey.

i'll fight for you 'til then.