Funeral Dreams

The poems I wrote for the last few years

Were nothing, but vague prophecies

But they abode what they promised

So be careful what you wish for, you might get it

Some guys, they just give up living

And start dying little by little, piece by piece

Some guys bury their hopes beneath disrooted trees

But most of them just die a wretched death near these streets

My memories got stolen so hail to the thief

Irony causes laughter, but laugther causes pain

These mountains, one day, will soak the sea

But I won’t witness, I won’t neighter hear nor see

I can already hear the chains clatter behind my ears

I can feel the flames searing all last evidence

That we have lost this battle doesn’t mean we‘ve lost the war

But only when we‘ve lost  everything, we’ll be free to leave…

We’ll be free to leave

We shared the thirst of swans in the summer

We shared alignment, the lack long after

This city will be the death of me

To be homebound will be the death of me

I can never regret, I can feel sorrow

But at least it’s not the same thing

I take leave heavy at heart

Although it was out of our hands

We shared the thirst of swans in the summer

We shared alignment, the lack long after

This city will be the death of me

To be homebound will be the death of me