Pomona For Empusa - Park

Are we still connected or was it just a plot,

To get yourself off, and hope that I’m not

Listening when it happens.

(she said)

I can’t begin to say how sorry I am,

I never meant for this to happen.

The Sun goes down, the knives come out.

I’m on the island you left me on,

Such a sickening strip of sand;

No lifeboats, no getting off.

We give up, we give in, we take what we can;

We’re trapped deep without a second chance.

We give up, we give in, withought blinking;

Jesus Christ, what was I thinking?

Oh these lungs desperatley filled by someone

Starving and sad,

Because you know your lover,

Won’t be back.

All these words, useless and absurd

Such a sight of this,

Makes the harbor and the water sick.

Shall I stay rejected or end up drunk and soft

Like a bitter old man sunk in his veins

Trying not to get caught.

(he says)

I know you didn’t miss the sound that I made;

It’s simple, and sad, and easy to fake.

The liquids down, the knives come out.

I’m on the island you left me on,

Such a sickening strip of sand;

No lifeboats, no getting off.

We give up, we give in, we take what we can;

We’re trapped deep without a second chance.

We give up, we give in, withought thinking;

I’ll be there the night you go down.

Oh these lungs desperatley filled by someone

Starving and sad,

Because you know your lover,

Won’t be back.

All these words, useless and absurd

Such a sight of this,

Makes the harbor and the water sick.

I understand your reasons,

For this awkward dance.

I’d leave me, too,

If I thought I had the slightest chance.

I cry aloud to these sheets they grip back tight.

I fall asleep to the sound of my own life.

If I drink this bottle fast enough,

I might get lucky and won’t wake up.