the beekeeper.

repetition ii.

it happened!
such a different situation,
yet the same all at once.
it happened!
just thank the lord,
if there is a lord,
that you didn't jump off the cliff before you died.
you didn't fall
you were pushed,
shoved.
it wasn't suicide,
it was murder.

either way,
you dropped,
no shute and no safety net waiting to break your fall,
no welcoming arms that scream "don't worry, dear, i'll catch you!"

no, you're on your own, baby,
on your own, on your own.

you'll have to make your own sandwiches,
write your own love letters,
sleep with your own self
and live for nothing but yourself.
you'll have to organize your own funeral,
attend your own service,
bury your own body,
and send yourself to hell or whatever it is you believe in.

you're all alone, baby.
he's gone, and so are the rest of them.
all alone,
all alone,
all alone, baby, all alone.