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I cannot leave here, I cannot stay
Forever haunted, more than afraid
Asphyxiate on words I would say
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue
He would never return to the loft. He would never look anybody in the eye again, for fear that those eyes would haunt him through somebody else. He would never live again. He would never live again.
There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me
She was lying in the bathtub. There was blood everywhere. An ache starting somewhere in his chest spread throughout his body until it reached his throat, where it turned into liquid and came pouring out of his eyes. The burning of salt tears against his face.
I cannot stay here, I cannot leave
Just like all I loved, I'm make believe
Imagined heart, I disappear
Seems... no one will appear here and make me real
There was a note written in lipstick, but it looked like blood. Common sense was not functioning. Slammed his fist into the mirror, shards flew everywhere. The glass cut into his arm. The pain felt too good to be real.
There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me
Turned around to face Mark. And through the tears, smiled. It was the most pathetic, pained smile anyone has ever seen. Sloshing through the water on the floor. Breaking into a run. Out the door, and nobody could stop him.
I'd tell you how it haunts me
I'd tell you how it haunts me
Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams
I'd tell you how it haunts me
Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams
You don't care that it haunts me
There was water on the floor. It was red. The blood swished around on the white tiled floor. Making swirls of red on white, almost beautiful. Blood angels.
There are no flowers, no, not this time
There will be no angels gracing the lines, just these stark words I find
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak
I'd share with you, could I only speak, just how much this hurts me
Just how much this hurts me
Just how much you...
And all he could see behind his closed eyes were blood angels.
