This is dedicated to my grandfather, he used a pistol to take his life when I was really young and it made a distinct imprint on me. I wrote this after a dream that I have had over and over and over through the years…
…in darkness dwells!
close your eyes and hear the choir sing,
taste the bitter smoke tinged with copper,
the weight falls from your hand, hot and cold,
this is your chance to make your acquaintance with burnt bile,
find your place amongst others previously lost,
know that it is all gone, love, pain, heart, desolation,
trust that when your lights are truly out and no one comes near you…that you will finally be lost,
the big sleep begins to come, washing, wasting, taking you over,
slits begin to fade, light begins to burn, darkness begins to dwell…
- Steve (your little “main man“)...I hope there is a part of who “I am” that makes you proud, wherever you are?
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