Pre-Medicated Murder

More times than five

I've been right here by your side

Still Wondering... Where did you go?

Walk down the hall in a mental menacle

Don't want to be 'round

When you take yourself out

But I have more vigor than this

Step to the plate to swing and miss

And it's a complicated life

When "how you live, is how you die"

Looks like your soul is connected to the wall

A photgraph stands by the bed

Of better times, when we crubled with our spine

But lived the next day... and put the Malice away

That's when I noticed the drip

Ignored the line that didn't skip

It seemed the blue suburban sky

Turned to gray, polluted night

So now you sleep inside the space.

A bed of roses, the thorns are placed

No more sleepless nights just for me

But as for you, a memory.