Patch of Blue

Her sweet crimson lips
His gentle guiding hands
Swept over her secrets
Her hollow black eyes

The demons in her soul
The voices in her head
Inside she's in control
He keeps her locked inside


The locked doors don't work
She tries the lock but she's tired
He creeps into her room and rests beside her
where she was denied herself forever



She's still sleeping in a dark patch of blue
Her lover's gun rests beside her
Her lover hands her more of her poison
She holds her addictions like a child

He smiles sometimes for no reason
And she's caught like a fly in his haunted world
sometimes when he's not looking
She steels his money and leaves for days


But most of the time she's by his side
Murder would feel great, she's fantasized
But by the time he comes home she's silent
His passive love, his soul is violent


When She tried to toss him away
He turned her around and drove her mad
Now all she does is sit alone and stare
With her pills in the bathroom where she bled