Dead is dead and gone
What you don't seem to realize is
That after she had toppled
Once, twice, a thousand times
Into a million years
That was goodbye
And I think she tried
To claw her way out;
The dirt beneath her fingernails
But she could not, she never could
And all the tranquil silence in the world
Settled in, quelled her sweet nightmare
And now she sleeps away from you
What you don't seem to realize is
That even if you heave, you're drained
Again, once, twice, a thousand times
Persisting for a million years
No feathered kisses can sustain
The remnant of her power now;
The hurt she kept deep down inside
Detached herself from the waking world
Though she might've liked to stay a while
The quiet presses suffocation
Smothering her soul's desire
To live