Abstrakt Algebra

April Clouds

Abstrakt Algebra


I died again this morning 
In a womb as grey as rain 
No solice, no pity 
I grasp the abyss of pain 

In blood I pain 
To release from this shell of dirt 
Mortal expressions, vivid but so faint 
Strokes forbidding, black and frail 

Early April first dead light 
Witness my thoughts 
Words I don't know before 
The meaning you cuold not understand 

I am old as damn Methuselah 
Bitter, worn and cold 
A life-time I lived this day 
Birth, love, then decay 

Years of ice were melt away 
In a single warm caress 
But innocence was never meant to stay 
Now nothing remains but the grave 

I am not afraid of dying 
I will melt in the soil 
Unite with my maker 
Escape this flogged coil (free at last) 

You showed me that rusty dagger 
And carved out my heart 
But a painful death can't frighten me more 
Than a single word of love 

Everything's hollow 
And sorrow wil follow 
'Cause I am 
The oldest of them all