The Lake

I don't remember walking out of that forest dream
 I don't know if I ever did
 I don't know if I ever did
 Why do I keep being frail
 Of your pain and frustrations
 The scent of rot and decay
 Takes me further down this purposeless path
 Only to be disintegrated again
 Physical fault and death close at hand
 Depleted and weakened
 I'm at your demand
 I'm worn out
 Living in the guilt of being misused
 Death keeps me up at night
 Living in the guilt of being misused
 But I can find no one to help me lift myself off the ground
 You fill up every empty space
 It's like you suffocate me with your absence
 You did me so much wrong
 But I can't help myself
 To follow you
 And even though you're dead
 I follow you again
 Even though it's over I know you're dead and gone
 I keep seeing you from my backyard window at night
 Forcing yourself in again
 Arise and untie
 The night is dark and I swoon
 In the glimmer of the moon
 I can't stop to wonder
 Was that really you
 I miss the sound of your voice
 Every day always the same
 You fill up every empty space
 It's like you suffocate me with your absence
 You did me so much wrong
 But I can't help myself
 To follow you
 And even though you're dead
 I follow you again
 I walked barefoot into the groove behind our house
 I follow you again
 The raw night rain pastes the forest dirt
 On the soles of my feet.
 My hands linger, dark shapes
 Holding me as I follow a ghost
 My pale skin meets the cold lake
 Where the leaves still whisper
 Whisper of violence
 Whispers of tears
 I don't remember walking out of that forest dream
 I don't know if I ever did