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68. [R.I.P LILLY] - WAY UP IN THE SKY... [NOVEMBER 2014]

Way up in the sky, where the bodies burn away.

Way up in the sky, I see her body inside of me.

It feels strange, unusual, and so weird to be part of me.

I feel so delusional for allowing her to be free.

It was a passion, a curse to me, it was burning, racing third degree.

It was a passion, a curse to me.

 

Where the snow gathers its cores, and the winter world is on edge.

A scratch over her head, and the sled will keep on sliding.

It’s like a passion, a fallen one, it’s a broken, and fallen son.

She’d be fighting, hurting herself, painfully burning herself.

Self-harm please. – Self-harm please. – Self-harm please.

Where the Sun shines brighter than me, where the bones of her remain in a pile near a tree.

Where her grave is stolen, stolen from the broken heart so of three. Three men, three people, three things.

 

Way up in the sky, where the bodies burn away.

Way up in the sky, I see her body inside of me.

It feels strange, so unusual, and so weird to be part of me.

I feel so delusional for allowing her to be free.

It was a passion, a cure to me, it was burning, racing third degree.

It was a passion, a curse to me.

 

Where the Angels watch over me, I see them waving towards me.

A scratch over her head, and the sled keep on sliding.

It’s like a passion, a fallen one, it’s a broken, and fallen son.

She’d be fighting, hurting herself, painfully burning herself.

Self-harm please. – Self-harm please. – Self-harm please.

Where the rain pelts down like a broken drum.

Where her grave is stolen, her body is so swollen.

Her name carved into stone, and her body remaining un-grown.

 

Way up in the sky, where the bodies burn away.

Past the naked eye, of a fallen victory.

Way up in the sky, where the bodies burn away.

Where the Angels keep an eye on me…

Where the statues will be free for you and me.

And that stone is nothing more than a sad reminder of a tragic death as a beholder.

She would always be into me. I would always see her with a smile or some tea, tea, tea.

She’d take a sip of it, and she’d smile at the world, while it’s angry back at her.

Naked eye can’t see, it’s just what it’s meant to be.

Fallen, so broken, so hidden, and never spoken of to me.

Her body lays next to me, and I can’t wait to see.

To see her face, her lovely face with her smiling back at me.

Just one reveal of her words, and I’ll be taken for life.

A stolen shelf is nothing more than losing your soon-to-be Wife.

 

A dark shadow looks at me every night.

I see her in the mirror, when I try to light.

I smoke it all back like its nothing more than a broken old track to a near-by store.

And it really annoys me, when I find out the truth of what happened to me?

What happened to me? Did I lose her to myself? Or was it arranged for someone else?

Am I paranoid or am I feeling so down? Am I clinging onto something that I should have never found.

Why-oh-why, do I lose someone else? – IS it always meant to be like this?

Or, am I fighting for this final kiss?

Am I trying too hard? Or, am I lying to myself?

Am I screaming at your name for somebody else?

 

- R.I.P – Lilly – 1997 – 2014 –

Rest in Peace.

Loved Forever! 

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