Quietuss

TEAR DROPS A tear drop Is falling All the way down Your face... Rolling down Your cheeks Reaching inevitably Your pale lips It should taste salty Does it? Or is it bitter? Like blood... And another one Spoils the blue crystal Of your eye It already knows the path Set by its sisters Many, many of them... And another one Touches the cold blade Is your hand shivering Or do you just wish to see The light Flickering on the knife? What are you doin' sweet girl? The ugly knife Your death white hand Your slick thin wrist... And another tear drop Doesn't matter how it tastes When it gets mixed With the red vitality

GOOD BYE One last glimpse at the staircase Where He vomited at five o'clock After returning from a party She looks at their bedroom's door At which He knocked gently In the evening before their wedding night He brought a bouquet of red flowers Red like her blood from her lip He cut with his ring when slapping her When She asked where He was... She sees a baseball bat lying on the floor The bat He used to play with their son And to break two front windows In an attack of insane fury She passes the kid's room's door At which He sang a goodnight song And cursed like a madman She goes down the stair Looks briefly into the kitch