Untitled II
Hope clouds reason
Truth behind closed eyes
We wait for something
To rescue us. Our prize
Is what we’ve shared
And may never again have
But I’m still here
If only to save you from the sun
And I’m still here
If only to save you with my gun
I heard your voice
In my head; it brought me peace
But an awful truth follows me
To leave me ill at ease -
That I hate the sun
And I hate my gun
And I hate being alone
But that’s exactly what I am.