Dead Life

He died before I was born
But still she masturbates to his picture
Still she comes to his songs

She weeps to know he’s at a standstill
Her grief rises from the icy depths of our dead planet
Her tears fall from a broken sky at the threshold of her own dark doorway destination

And still she comes to his songs
A sugar child believing all we need is love to put El Dorado back together again
But sugar children, like dreams, dissolve in the global hatred raining hard down on us

And still she comes to his songs
And I lie empty and cold in the pouring rain of tomorrow
Listening to the rise and cries of her release