when I’ve counted to five we’ll blow our fucking brains out
i’ll look into your eyes and you will look into mine
just jump through the window
he’ll greet you with a big smile
you’ll see him in your mind’s eye the moment that you catch flight  
he’ll take us there by car
it will be a day’s drive
i’ll hold you in my arms and we’ll both know that it’s time
i’ll tell you that you are the biggest love of my life
then he will drop us off by the cliff

for everything we’ll never become  
for everything we should have done
for everyone who doubted our love
for everyone who lived longer than us

we’ve finally arrived
to look death in its eye is scary but so is life
can you see the big sky?
it’s opened up for us tonight
it’s black as the widow that’s climbed into both our lives
remember what I said
that life paints everything red
well we’re already dying
well we’re already dying

do you remember the time when I told you that we both would die before we turned 25?
i knew it would be
i knew it would be
i knew that it would be.

Grace stood before the women and men   
Who once had believed her intentions were good
And as the snow formed a transient coat
Grace found herself as a fugitive  

She found herself alone in the town
That once seemed to have a wonderful charm
The people that seemed so gentle at first
Had all found a way to reprove her

As if for a storm they waited for them
To rid of the burden her presence had been  
A stillness of sorts took over the town
The last days before she would be driven out

And on the night that they came for her
They all formed a crowd around Grace’s house
And in the blaze she saw through their guise
And during this change she made up her mind

They were at her mercy then
The guns pointed right at them
She once would have talked to them
Like good-hearted citizens

And as she left the town she once loved
The people were scattered like leaves on the ground
And just as the love she had for this town
So were the trees that burned to the ground 

i never could find a place to call my home   
i never could find a place to call my home
i guess that I never knew how to belong
i remember what she once said
”you can have the world”  

i never could find a place to call my home
i never could find a place to call my home
it’s laborous work to stand on your own
when the carrion is left for the herd  

will I find my home at last
on the outskirts of this land
and will this totem firmly stand
although faced with reprimand
will it tear asunder
lay new ground to wander
will the hunter ever come back carrying the beast?

i never could find a place to call my home   
i never could find a place to call my home
from this place to yonder and beyond
blackbird, will you be my window?

i never could find a place to call my home   
i never could find a place to call my home
i studied these people
unbeknownst to me i had a need
had a need to be received

will I find my home at last
on the outskirts of this land
and will this totem firmly stand
although faced with reprimand
will it tear asunder
lay new ground to wander
will the hunter ever come back carrying the beast?

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this is a piano piece i wrote on a loose idea of a larger work based on serial killer and necrophiliac Jeffrey Dahmer. 213 was the number of the apartment where he killed and kept most of his victims.

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