I care with all my black little heart,
That beats ever so slowly,
Like my train of thought,
As you speak your words drift uneasily,
I caress the very depth of your emotions,
Caring so very little,
That my eyes begin to droop and close,
Your words are not like songs,
Yet the words are incoherent babbling,
I drift further into sleep,
Images of me butchering you,
Because I don’t care,
You never listen rather look dazed,
When I say I don’t care,
So instead of saying, I will do,
Goodbye my friend I say as I kill you. |
