Perfect Day

Friday, 18th February 2005

Perfect Day

Gray and glum skies
Haunting thunder cries
Heaven's teardrops falling
The world in desolation - stagnating

My hands were dripping wet
Twas perfect: the plan I had set
Now my body is soiled
and my rage is at peace

I return to my corner
Where shadows can't enter
There, I hide once more -
innocent of the gore

But bloodied fists are hard to hide
when they're wiping tears you cried

Her disfigured face haunts me
but my dreams are of her beauty
Voice that calms my soul
Scream that makes me lose control

I always remember my perfect day
There in that moment I wish I could stay

I spoke
She screamed
I touched
She slapped
I dreamed
She wept
All over her i crept

I am timid, reserved,
uncared for, but known -
her love i deserved
And so desire had grown

threshold
madness
uncontrolled
unconsciousness