- Be The Death Of Me -

From a compilation called Memories and Motion - one of my favourite pieces from the collection.

From here I can see you shine.
Brave, I found myself, a slight distortion of the reality...
I'm here, alone, looking across the water,
I've been holding hands with a word that I don't know.
I've washed my hands of blood, rinsed the metaphor out.
They say love, it's an affliction of affection controlled by a words weight,
I say it just one more time, and its a new world I create,
At the end of the day I burn a hole in the word that I hate.

The End

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