Matatzhu

If I cut your throat out would you scream for me? Each dying note a crimson jewel? That sweet song stilled, the final note of perfection. Can't you see? This I do for you. No longer trembling from the shadows, no longer aching from the rain, no longer beating from the dimming lights, you're at peace, safe. If I gouged your eyes out would you see for me? Everything in perfect clarity? All the sights you once saw, all the tears you once shed, won't you tell me, that you understand? No longer flinching from the sky, no longer closing in despair, no longer crying, salty drops of despair, stillness embraces, loved. If I tor