Das Heim von Hölle

Tödliche Liebe - Another Mosquitobyte/Gungalo co-write.

I dumped you like garbage
Left you to rot
This was no crime
No act of passion
I was finished
You were dead

That's what you thought
I know it is so
I'll lay here a bit longer
Then move real slow
Up towards the light
Drowning in pools

In that last moment
Your expression changed
You accepted your immanent end
Face beatific under water
Eyes drifting to gaze at the light near the basin
You knew you were dead
Though it was but the last moment of need

There was none of that floating above my own form
No soul nor heart to seek as norm
Nothing awaits me but an eternal storm

Don't drag your feet or I will yank you to hell
Pull you by your hair while you just scream and yell
What makes you think that you should be saved -- pray tell

I wondered
Though briefly
What it was you were thinking
I felt that last breath fighting
Squeezing it's way out of your lungs
Then I stood
Considered the options
Went to get the cleaver

See
I planned it
Without passion
Without malice
It was simply over
You just wouldn't let go
So I helped you along

I'll just hold still and take my last breath
Let me shatter your hopes
This is not Macbeth
Welcome to the eve of my very own death

You were my half a page of silly rhymes
Whilst I was the nicotine stain on your fingers
Though we loved
There was nobody home

And so here we are
Your parts scattered across this field

I'd miss you
But that would only complicate matters