Mar 18, 2004 00:34
Here it goes. I wrote this bitch while listening to Hello by Evanescence. Enjoy.
Twelve seventeen at night
The snow is falling from above
Curtains, drawn back
A whiskey made with love
The fireplace is crackling
The holy bible off to the side
Flames flicker darting shadows
In the the light's tide
A single tear falls
Logs burning away
He sits in her favourite chair
As she did the other day
Empty, silent halls
Large paintings with large eyes
Another memory washes away
Another happiness dies
Softly spoken ice cubes
Clatter inside the whiskey glass
Loose fingers around the drink
As the moments pass
The fire begins to grow
The fingers of satan raise high
The walls catch aflame
He only asks himself why
Ancient books burn
Flaming curtains fall without a sound
He does not get up
With his wife six feet under ground