For now this shallow grin means nothing   Vacant as I've found that exceptions too run away     What good are words   When you don't know what is meant?   And what good are memories   Of times we never spent?   What good is ink   When the written cannot be said?   And what good is life   When you wish that you were dead?     Dead   Suburban swings now hang so still since that night   That night...if only     Five days without sunlight   Without sunshine   The walls tend to come alive   Taunt you and your greying flesh   Water will not take the stench away     Shut your mouth now, and say nothing  As your breath dooms the doves to fall limp from the sky   Shut your eyes now, quiet child  As your bar codes are being exposed   To see this breath, this steam   In the December air   To see this look of endless compassion   To lie to you   Cry to you   Die in your arms and I swear this time