I delved into the dark of night
And somehow I came out alright
Like that bright blue rose
I wandered the streets and I chose
Life over death
But I cannot forget 
The things I saw
And I blame everything on the great thaw
And I took a comic worth 50 cent
Out of a box and away I went 
But I felt bad and I repaid 
The charity for my shade
And you can say it was poor mental health
But I still felt the cards were dealt
Harshly and I take a couple hundred euro 
And leave it in an envelope to secure ya 
In my attempt at redemption 
I actually never told the priest at the intervention
But it was because I had forgotten 
And because I sensed I was not well gotten 
By that particular son of Christ 
So I said what I could splice
And took my shit and ran 
And the only place that can 
Fail to make a demon of me 
Is the place where the hellish ghouls were set free
And they came to devour what they could 
I swore that they wanted blood
And the psychiatrist said it was just my mind 
And that sanity was only something I could find 
In pills and therapy 
But the silence gets the best of me 
When I sit across from a nurse
Asking me how it might have hurt
And all I can think is that his eyes are oceans 
And they convey seafaring waves of emotion
And if he was a colour it would be green 
Like the t-shirt he wears and all we could have been 
If only he had been single
And I had been coherent enough to mingle 
But I take the easy route 
As my lover plays the flute 
Somewhere far away and I see
That it’s only cloaking the mystery 
To realise 
That even the beautiful dies
When faced with its own fragility
I let them wound the hurt in me

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