Don't know why I'm still afraid
If you weren't real I would make you up
now
I wish that I could follow through
I know that your love is true
and deep
as the sea
but right now
everything you want is wrong,
and right now
all your dreams are waking up,
and right now
I wish I could follow you
to the shores
of freedom,
where no one lives.
Remember when we first met
and everything was still a bet
in love's game
you would call; I'd call you back
and then I'd leave
a message
on your answering
machine
But right now
everything is turning blue,
and right now
the sun is trying to kill the moon,
and right now
I wish I could follow you
to the shores
of freedom,
where no one lives
Freedom
run away tonight
freedom, freedom
run away
run away tonight
We're made out of blood and rust
looking for someone to trust
without
a fight
I think that you came too soon
you're the honey and the moon
that lights
up my night
But right now
everything you want is wrong,
and right now
all your dreams are waking up,
and right now
I wish that I could follow you
to the shores
of freedom
where no one lives
freedom
run away tonight
freedom freedom
run away
run away tonight
we got too much time to kill
like pigeons on my windowsill
we hang around
ever since I've been with you
you hold me up
all the time I'm falling down
But right now
everything is turning blue,
and right now
the sun is trying to kill the moon,
and right now
i wish i could follow you
to the shores
of freedom
where no one lives
freedom
run away tonight
freedom freedom
run away
run away tonight
You wake up just like every other day, the windows open and a slight breeze makes you shiver. Your head hurts from the night before and you think hard about what happened, and why your ribs hurt so much, and where did all the blood come from? You walk to the mirror and examine your naked body but there is no apparent cut. Maybe a nosebleed or maybe it’s from your mouth, you think to yourself but this is a lot of blood. A warm cup of coffee will help you think and maybe a bite to eat. Your famished you can’t remember when you ate last, in fact you cant remember a lot of things, in fact you cant remember anything. Frantically you run throughout the house looking for clues to who you are but nothing seems to help. It’s at that moment that you awake in your bed sweating hard and holding back a scream but at least you remember. You remember more then you want to like how your lover had fucked that whore down the street and still told you they loved you when they got home. The panic now subsides and gives way to anger then rage. Its now you remember the knife you had placed between the mattress and the box spring. It feels cold and heavy in your hand as you roll over in bed and watch your lover sleep. You whisper quietly in his ear “I loved you too,” as you lift the knife above your head. The moon ominously gleams off the knife and reflects into your lovers eyes, which suddenly open and a look of pure terror and helplessness gazes up at you from the sheets, and for a brief moment you forget what your mad about and all you want to do is fuck you lover. The spell is broken as you feel a strong blow to your side a futile last-ditch effort for survival. You gasp and plunge knife down as hard as you can over and over. The knife now feels like it’s made of lead and you drop it to your side. There’s so much blood, you hate blood the site of it makes you dizzy. You can feel the stickiness all over your body; you can taste the bitter taste of it on your lips. Its more then you can handle and you let out a cry and lose consciousness. You wake up just like every other day but today you feel free of a burden and overjoyed. You walk to the mirror and stare at your naked body still covered in dry blood and you begin to feel nauseous again so you decide that you need a shower. In the water feels warm as you scrub off the last of the remaining blood, now your truly free you think to yourself. There is only one thing you need now and that’s a new lover, one who wont fuck just anyone. As you step out of the shower you slip on a small puddle of water that had dripped off your naked body, a puddle still tainted with blood of your former lover. You feel the taps smash into the back of your skull and your teeth clench together cutting off the end of your tongue. Your last thought is this is love, how ironic. Then die asphyxiated on your own tongue as a single tear rolls down your cheek.
