Album: ...Breathing Is Irrelevant
as a flower, she bloomed once her wrists were opened
I remember her scent, intoxicating
my communication with her was clearly enhance
but her's was quickly fading, discontinued and frail
her eyes reflected an hopeless apprehension,
for a compassionate smile, a misplaced melancholy
liquid-azure, she stared at me
like when we used to drink too much cocktails on sunday's afternoon
I remember her heart-breaking smile, now beautifully distorted
agony and orgasms combined, I swear
don't worry girl, everythin' is going to be alright
can't wait till she sober up and realise what is truly happening
she seem gently desperate, numb and on the verge of collapsing
but that I cannot allow this is a test
and I couldn't get more sentimental
her pulse, slowing down, foreshadowing a very long and quiet season,
of dreamlike serenity
I'll miss her so much
(Ether died as a martyr, unknown, in a secluded asylum)