An Admission - dreamend

I walk through life with no control

Everywhere, everywhere

I spoke so suddenly and dastardly

Asked her name, it’s not the same

I see her face without those eyes

Without those eyes, dead black eyes

To see the darkness instead of light

Takes some man, a real man

Slicing her parts from left to right

Up and down, up and down

Draining her blood as I keepsake

Inside the fridge, inside the fridge

Sprading her meanings around the park

Th rest reserved head for woods

On the drive home I’ll see her face

In the mirror, the rear view mirror

Eventually I’ll go fall asleep

And there is peace, final peace

My mom she greets me with smiling face

She makes it right, makes it right