You're My Lucy, and You're Dead
Your blood runs down
My filthy arm
Mixing with other's blood
To which I gave harm.
But your blood
Brings thoughts to my head
Because you're my Lucy
And you're dead.
Dead by the razor
I hold in my hand.
Dead by the revenge
I held for your death.
Dead because
Quite frankly my dear,
I am so stupid
And now I'm in tears.
Tears run down
My evil face,
Running down
The face I hate.
The face I hate
Because of this
You're my Lucy
And you're in the abyss.
The abyss to which
I condemned you.
Killed you
Without even meaning to.
I smell
Your beautiful golden hair
And hold on
To the comfort I find there.
The smell brings me back
To happier days
When I would repeatedly
Kiss your face
And our baby was smothered
Between both of us
And we were the epitome
Of happiness.
These memories swim
Before my eyes
As I let myself
Cry and cry.
Ironic really
How you ended like this
Killed by my need
For our past happiness.
But one thought runs
Around in my head,
My dear, dear Lucy
Is now dead.
And now I find
The need to die
And all I can do now
Is cry.
Because
As I have said before
You're my Lucy
And you are no more.