"Rest in peace" I whisper
At your still (a) wake.
Blood pulsing through my fingertips,
I swear to god this all is fake.
Falling forward, cast aside
Simplicity follows close behind
The pretty flowers at your bedside
Beg and whimper to wither and die.
She fell asleep before the tide came in
Too many pills, not enough emotion
Dreaming in the warm sand
Drowning in a shallow ocean
While 20,000 worlds collided
Trying not to cry
Hair tied back with a blue ribbon
Facing the dead sky
They found her there
Not much to my surprise
Holding a bottle with a note,
Chalked full of lies.