So many words,
So many thoughts,
So many questions,
In the police reports,
So little time,
A last resort,
So much to say,
In the police reports,
Yellow paper with my words scribbled on,
A shaking pen in my hand,
Held in my hand,
Black ink transferring shaky memoirs to paper,
Leave me be,
She is at peace,
I need to process,
She is at rest,
I cannot focus,
I cannot cope,
She’s not alone,
I have to get away from this scene,
I can’t take it,
My heads about to explode,
I see her,
I cave in,
The news dropped today,
I couldn’t believe it,
I read and read,
Tried to deceive myself,
I’m lost for words,
I can’t imagine the young boys and girls,
Who knew her,
Much better than I,
And her poor grieving family,
I can’t imagine the loss they feel,
It’s heart breaking,
Leave me be,
She is at peace,
I need to process,
She is at rest,
I cannot focus,
I cannot cope,
She’s not alone,
I have to get away from this scene,
I can’t take it,
My heads about to explode,
I see her,
I cave in,
I’m told that not everybody would have helped…
I’m a shoulder,
I’m a crutch,
I’ll be here until someone you love shows up,
I’ll be a hand to hold,
When all else seems black,
I’ll wait by your side,
Until your loved ones arrive,
Leave me be,
She is at peace,
I need to process,
She is at rest,
I cannot focus,
I cannot cope,
She’s not alone,
I have to get away from this scene,
I can’t take it,
My heads about to explode,
I see her,
I cave in,
Swedish post-metal giants Cult of Luna team up with Julie Christmas for a record that is brutal and deeply unsettling. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2016