About someone dead. I've been working on a melody, to put over some riffs, and decided to put some words on top of it, tell me what you think.
If I broke the sky, would I see your face?
High up in the clouds, shrouded in grace
Untouched by my shame, carry on yesterday
Go through quite rooms, voices heard but not too soon
I search for an abstract, that once was concrete
But all I have as evidence, is what you left behind
It drags me down, it water boards
With subtleties and breadths
That I failed to see
That failure haunts me
Knows me
Sees right through me
Totems I've created, Pain that I have mated
Disturbing melody, flow of memories
Dead flow of a dream, that has ceased to be
Holds no remedy, pulse is just a history
Hide your room with glass, just enough to make it last
Put you on a page, paper dolls in paper cage
All of this because, all you left behind
Waste that I create, waste in memoriam
Friends that fade away, accessories filled with shame
Easy to just to leave, conscious slips with ease
Have no claim to pain, so just leave and let me be
It drags me down, it water boards
With subtleties and breadths
That I failed to see
That failure haunts me
Knows me
Sees right through me
Shiny pearl of white, need not cry or fight
Rests atop my head, ignorance that you are near
I hope there is no pain, immaculate peace of mind
Wish I could be there, to hold your hand if you are scared
Waste that I create, waste made in memoriam