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Mar 03, 2008 - 08:33 AM PST

in the end we are all just friends
in the end he leapt off the end
the tree held the strings with bitter leaves stuck
in the seams of his journal, the screams
the way the wind pushed his matted hair
his sweaty cheek, his stomach weak
when your eyes looked through and the sea
said come home my sweet boy
lay your head on my bed and let the sands of sleep
fill your sheets, some lullaby to lull you deep
to wake with salt in the cracks of your teeth
this a dream you've been soaking in
those nights with the dreams she's got you caught up lost in
i stay awake to avoid the mistake of placing cold lips
against a sunken face, chasing a demons tail around my room
leaving paint on the wall in a chaos spill, something to match
the insides, a pill a dropped bottle and a rushed phone call
words before the insides swirl into a hole, a rushing sound
a head tossed down, porcelain refrain
she's smiling through the rain walking through the pain
his voice is calming, soothing, its unknown the loathing
the discussion the pleas, the trips to the city
some soft handed flash of light, tracing dollar signs in your eyes
a happy marriage three kids a car, white house
a vacation to de-louse the attic you've forgotten, where you left his sobbing
water damage to the ceiling beams, he's calling you obscenities
and you have forgotten where you hid the leaves
collected on the back of a summer breeze, two names scratched through sand
a pale hand, brushed red against cement
a drunken arguement, i've made some fucking mistakes
said some things i never meant to say, they tell me
that's how life operates, i tell them to share those secrets with someone
who lives above the sea, not me, where dreamers dream deep