July 8th
Today, I lost a part of me
His soul, blew hardcore harmonies
It was a life
A painful life
Through smiling Irish eyes
And now
Many years removed
In my mind
I scream
“I remember you”
On that fateful day
Summer heat blew cold despair
Lonely house is not a home
I heard you whisper
As autumn leaves would fall
And you’d say
“Pleasure’s the child of pain” |