Heaven’s Chloroform


Clean

The smell hit me like chlorine
Trying to mask the past of what happened last

Bleach
So white washing away the blood on the marble floors
Each foot step is too loud and the smell is up my thoart

It's been weeks now
That I've waited and wandered the halls and the hospital basements
I've grown not to mind the smell or notice it well
Well it's been hell but let me tell you I don't even mind the smell

I mind the glass and how we were hooked on driving too fast
I can't stop the flashes
As my mind just laughed

They told me there was too much glass
And your eyes will never see what's inside of mine
I did this so I must now pay the price
Inside my eyes
There's a universe of brusied tears

But you won't see me cry.

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