mourns his daughter's loss at Trinity
he buys her flowers at Autumn, he
rests them on the very steps and
watches them trampled- and die.
he leaves a bottle of Guinness
beside the flowers at night
as a quiet reminder to the human
race that drinking isn't alright
the bottle's been there for two
weeks now, it's filled with urine
and bile, no-name takes a
careful sip, every once in a while.
when no-name leaves the stairs
he reaches for a bottle of wine
and cries his sorry self to sleep
whilst watching shows about crime.
She's gone She's gone and only
dear old Jack who took her away,
is strong enough to keep her away.
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in the middle of ecstasy
you'll always appear, a
hazy apparition stripping
life bear; you'll leave it cold
in the roaring rain, stripping to
its bones, and hardly care.
the lovers outside, jump out
of impassioned embrace. and
locked lips stand on their
lonesome, this is a craze- but
only when you're around. You
know it well- you time your grace.
Oh, but the stars outside blink
so imperfectly, and stare at you
with rebellious eyes. your hand,
your fear, your grace, defectively
reaches them not, they laugh at
you. but merrily you stare at me,
the trapped bird, in your crystal cave.
in the middle of ecstasy
you'll always appear, a
hazy apparition stripping
life bear; you'll leave it cold
in the roaring rain, stripping to
its bones, and hardly care.
the lovers outside, jump out
of impassioned embrace. and
locked lips stand on their
lonesome, this is a craze- but
only when you're around. You
know it well- you time your grace.
Oh, but the stars outside blink
so imperfectly, and stare at you
with rebellious eyes. your hand,
your fear, your grace, defectively
reaches them not, they laugh at
you. but merrily you stare at me,
the trapped bird, in your crystal cave.
