Rope Ends

She is still young...

Another day of emptiness

This life is wearing her down

The room around her is a mess

Her children safe with her mom

She is still young but feeling old

Two children with different fathers

She sits on the bathroom floor alone

The shower chain broke

Her neck hurts

Then another night of emptiness to wear her down

Naked to the world she wraps her sadness in a gown

Her children fast asleep she sears the dark with glassy eyes

Choosing carefully among her husband's business ties

"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties

Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes

But life holds her hand, refusing to let go

Leaving her breathing on the floor

They're still asleep don't hear her cry

And she's still obsessed with rope ends

This time she picks a stronger tie

With Winnie the Pooh and friends

She is still young but feeling old

A child dying to be a mother

Now she hangs from the ceiling all alone

All pressure is falling from her

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief

Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief

She has learnt all that there is to know about hopelessness

Seeing that no effort in this world can stand her test

"Over!" she cries through rope ends and silk ties

Beautiful life escaping her young blue eyes

And Winnie is strong, would never let her fall

Prevents her from breathing till she's not there at all

But life holds her hands, refusing to let go

Leaving her breathing on the floor

[Johan Hallgren]

[Daniel Gildenlow]

Seeing guilt has taught her guilt she's raised on disbelief

Merely twenty beautiful but with a taste for grief

She has learnt all that there is to know about helplessness

Seeing that no caring in this world can ease her stress

Helpless she lies in rope ends and undies

Unseeing eyes fixating Eeyore's smile

"Over!" she cries as she's going unblind

Still in this life

Still in this troubled mind

The ceiling let go, the old house let her fall

Dropping her breathing to the hard cold floor

Hitting her head - a broken china soul

Red stains on porcelain and she's not there at all

Breathing she cries for rope ends and silk ties

Beautiful eyes Piglet stands shy behind

Broken she lies undead and unblind

Beautiful life

Beautiful crying young eyes

Blackened and bruised, learning how to see

Staring at her tooth - crimsoned ivory

Hours they pass this broken china soul

Red stains on porcelain

And she's not there at all...