finally gone or maybe a start
to become the ancestor of sons
you're nearly there empty pills
gently rolling beside the bed
I....saw you lying with the silent light
your finger nails were so dead
I'll never stop
wishing I had been there to Watch you leave
But never stop I'm coming through
The burning candle's still, still mine
oh silence......
Don't do
Don't move
Numb is better
The silence
Don't say
Don't think
Numb is better
The silence