CD DeLorenzo
06-28-2004, 06:30 PM
Disclaimers: As usual.
Try To Get Some Sleep
How long does it take to get over the biggest loss in life? You probably never really overcome it, do you? I was certain that I never would.
How much pain can life throw at you before you crumble underneath your own despair? Does it ever stop? No, whenever I started to feel happy again and was looking forward to whatever was coming my way, life would deal me another blow and I was on the ground again. Each and everytime, something... the hope that someone out there gave me, would make me struggle to my feet again, knowing that somehow, someday I would find the person who was the reason for my hope. And I did. Too late though. Too late for both of us.
That was the last straw it took to force me down and never make me want to get up again. I would never be able to forgive myself for all the tears and the pain I caused. How had I been able to do what I did? Why hadn’t anybody stopped me? Why hadn’t I stopped myself? Too many questions that caused even more tears. This wound would never heal again. Not that it ever had started to. Some things just go too deep.
Deeper than you’d like to admit to yourself. Deep enough to make you try to cover them up with all your might. And in the end it hurts even more that you’re the only one who knows what’s underneath your own disguise.
And one day you start to believe in it yourself. Or reality and pretense merge into one. I’ll never find out which one it was. But it had happened. I had found a reason that made me want to live again. Someone who made me happy. When I finally admitted that to myself I was so shocked about the words that came out of my own mouth. I couldn’t believe I actually was happy. That someone made me happy. But then this wonderful person stepped into my life and did. To make me happy all it took was that certain smile, or listening to that voice full of love for me.
When we finally admitted all of our feelings to each other I was at the top of my world and knew it couldn’t get much better than this, and I never wanted to go back again.
But something happened and I found myself on the ground again, literally. Having almost been killed brought back all of these memories from the past again. And the well known hope filled me again as well, but it was even stronger than it had ever been. Stronger because now I had all the more reason for wanting to live. I had found him and he had found me and we were meant to be.
But I lied. I hadn’t meant to, but when the things I found out weren’t the way I had expected them to be I just couldn’t come out with the truth.
So much pain filled me and surrounded me, it was everywhere. The hope that had been there throughout all of my life had been destroyed and even he couldn’t give me the strength I would have needed to get up again. I didn’t even have the strength to face him.
Rain poured down on the grave and the lonely figure standing in front of it poured Tequila down like the tears that mingled with the rain, trying to drown sorrows and pain, needing to forget, but not able to ever do so. No matter how much alcohol would flow, no matter how many pills were swallowed, the memories remained.
Trembling fingers reached out to caress her name on the gravestone. A last goodbye to a woman who had been way too young to die. The numbers below her name showed how short her life had been. But there were no numbers to show how much pain she had suffered already during those years.
For the people who saw those numbers it was a shame that a life so young had ended so tragically. But for the few who knew what this young woman had been through in her short life, her wish to end her life was a little bit easier to understand.
And there probably was no one who understood her as well as the one who was shedding tears in front of her grave right now. Feeling responsible for her death the lonely figure that looked more like a dark shadow than a human being sank down into the mud of the wet fresh grave, feeling like the weak shadow of a once strong person.
In the distance another figure seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She didn’t know anybody here and never would. Ignoring the rain that soaked her dark clothes and dripped from her red hair she started to do what she had come here for and as she hummed a soft melody she slammed the strings of her guitar and began to sing.
There's a reason so well hidden
Why I was torn apart from you
Like a song I've never written
Like a joke without a clue
No I don't want to close my eyes and think of you
I don’t think there’s anything that hurts as much as losing a loved one. Especially when the person you just lost was... and in a way still is, the love of your life. The one and only you’ve waited for all your life. Everything seems perfect for a while and you’ve finally admitted your feelings. The greatest gift you could ever wish for has been granted to you: she has the same feelings and you’re so in love.
But then, one day, out of the blue, fate strikes when you least expect it. You almost lose her and the thought of your world without her in it is killing you. You can’t thank God often enough for the little miracle, that somehow she survived. And deep down you know that your love is what’s keeping the both of you alive. Feelings so strong that they overwhelm you, and her, and anybody around you, that just can’t be coincidence. You know that you were meant to be. The only reason you were born was to be with her. And the only reason she was born, was to be that other part of you that made you both whole. When you’re together nothing makes sense anymore, but yet everything is so clear. You breathe for her to live. Your heart beats so hers doesn’t stop. You are one another and you can see it in each others eyes.
Two souls in two bodies that exist as one. Finally you know what love is, but then again, this is by far more. And you know that as long as you’re together, you’re invincible.
And then suddenly you die. You hadn’t seen it coming at all, but in the blink of an eye your world ceases to exist and you get swallowed into the worst form of hell that could ever be. You still live, but yet you die. It happens so slowly that you can feel it creep throughout your whole body. Physical pain is spreading through your limbs as the words race through your brain. You see them in front of your eyes but none of this seems real. You just know that this can’t be. But yet it is. And it is the end.
Tears soak the tiny piece of paper that you’re clutching in your hands, not wanting to believe this, but reality settles in. She’s gone.
And all you want to do is to burn this little piece of paper to make it come undone. You hope that if the evidence in your hands turns to ashes she will rise again. A Phoenix to your love.
But even though you can clearly see it happen when you close your eyes, you know it never will. So you keep the paper to look at it day after day, again and again. When you do, it torments you, but you welcome the pain. It’s the only thing you want to feel. Without her this is how it has to be. It’s devouring you from the inside and all you do is wait until it’s over and you can finally close your eyes forever and become one with the earth they bury you in.
Even though you’re just spending your time waiting for that moment to come and finally release you, you don’t ever want it to happen. That is why you don’t even try to initialize it yourself. You know it will be a relief that you don’t want to happen. Just like you don’t want to think of her even though that’s all you ever do and you don’t even try to stop these thoughts. You know it’s inevitable and right now you’re not even attempting to prolong the time that’s still left. You want it to happen even though you don’t. And those feelings don’t even confuse you, in your cold, numb state of mind, they all make perfect sense. She still is the center of it all and she will be forever more, even though one day it all will come to an end.
But until then, even though she’s gone, she’s the only thing for you. You still see her everywhere, you can smell her and even feel her touch when you close your eyes and think about it hard enough. She lingers in the air around you, and you embrace this sensation even though it brings you pain. After all, it’s everything you still got.
The dark and rainy night just seemed to be perfect for the lonely figure who was strolling through the streets, unaware of the clothes being as soaked by rain as the note was by tears. Still clutching to it nothing mattered. And even if it was a bright sunshiny day, it wouldn’t make any difference. The feelings still were the same.
Eventually his feet refused to walk anymore. He had ended up in a lost and filthy part of the city. Not giving a damn he slumped to the ground and pounding his fists into the wet asphalt he screamed out in agony.
But no one seemed to hear him, a lone soldier still fighting in a battle he’d long lost. Rats scurried through the abandoned warehouse behind him, used to being the only creatures here along with some birds that frightened by the uncommon noise spread their wings and took off into all directions, truly leaving him to himself.
He wasn’t completely alone though. Sitting in the sill of a broken window a young woman found inspiration in him to continue her song, without him ever becoming aware of her, but the music mirrored the lack of what once had been and still should be in his heart. Like his weak limbs had failed him, now his lids fluttered shut and forced him to drift off.
How I'd like to get you back, but He won't let me
How I'd like to sing the songs we knew by heart
Farewell sounds really cheap for pain you left me
And it's growing mushrooms in my heart
No I don't want to close my eyes and think of you
I wanna try to get some sleep
But it is hard, can't take the lead
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
Join the great subconscious club
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
But I'm afraid to wake up
Why did you do it? I saw the police report, and actually I can answer my own question. Right now I can understand you. I know why you were desperate enough to end your own life. You were alone and felt left by everybody who was supposed to be there for you. You must have felt as if life was hell.
I know that feeling too well myself. I know how it is when the people around you seem to just use you for their purposes and drop you when they don’t need you anymore.
You must have thought I was one of them. No, not one of them, the first one. The one who ignited the chain reaction. I should have been there for you. Mothers are supposed to protect their daughters. I blamed my own for not having been there for me when I needed her. But what I did to you, I guess that was even worse.
I only had the best interest at heart, I wanted to give you a life you couldn’t have with me. But I sent you straight to hell.
I hope you’re somewhere safe now. I hope happiness has come at last. I hope there’s no more pain for you. I hope wherever you are you can finally laugh. And if that isn’t possible then I hope you don’t feel anything at all.
No wonder that death was the ultimate relief for you. Your father a rapist, your mother too young to take care of you, you’re on your own, and you’re just a baby. But it seems as if everything turns for the better, you get adopted, but what seem to be loving parents are monsters in disguise. Abused by your father even though you were still a baby. While your mother watched how he raped you as a three year old child. And it never stopped. The police report has all the facts. After your death they finally found out about all the cruel things they did to you.
No, I don’t blame you at all. You deserve to rest in peace at last. I just wish I had been there for you. But I was a coward who listened to the things I had been told. I gave you away and hoped you’d have a good life.
But I slipped a photo of both of us after you were born sixteen years ago into your stuff. Did you ever see it? I hope you found it. You must know that I always loved you. Had I known what happened, I would have gotten you out of there.
The friends you confided in never believed you. They thought you were a liar they told the cops. Now they know better. But now it is too late.
It’s too late for them to ask your forgiveness, and it certainly is for me. Part of me doesn’t want you to forgive me. I don’t deserve it. I caused all of this. I made your life a living hell when I gave you away and in the end it’s my fault that you’re dead now.
And I never even considered that your life was so incredibly horrible. I tried to push all thoughts of you away, tried to forget you altogether. I never succeeded though. I always knew you were more than just a nightmare. You were real and I wish I could change everything that happened. I wish I had never given you away.
But it’s too late. There really is just one consequence for me now. I’m as desperate and hopeless as you have been. I always loved you and I always will. You and Nate.
Those were the last thoughts the pretty blonde woman ever thought. Sometimes it’s just too late. Too later after all the pain. Too late to believe anymore. Too much hurt that breaks your heart. And for Candace DeLorenzo that point was right now. She had always been a very strong woman, even after her stepfather raped her when she was only fifteen. Even after a pregnancy was the result of that and her mother, doctor and teachers convinced her to give her own child away.
Eventually she had learned how to move on, lead a normal life. Or so she thought. The happiness she believed she had found was a big lie. Her husband never loved her. He used her and cheated on her. And after he had no more use for her, he dropped her and left her for a younger woman.
She had thought she had finally found her little piece of happiness when Nathan Basso stepped into her life and they fell in love. But at the top of their luck together she found out that her daughter’s life was just a tragedy. Worse than anything she’d ever seen on the job. Too horrible for her to deal with. She blamed herself for the young girl’s suicide, but after everything she had found out, she couldn’t blame her. She understood how she had felt too well, she was feeling the same.
A shot rang through the air and only for a moment interrupted the stranger’s song. Too engulfed in her song, she didn’t see the now lifeless body that fell to the ground, right in front of the grave of her daughter. The blonde woman’s hand fell on the gravestone, her fingers seemed to caress the name engraved there as her blood mixed with the rain created a little river that came right out of her heart.
Do you realise I don't know what to do
Did you become just an idea, are you still real
Do you still have that snapshot that I gave you
Oh don't answer me, it wouldn't change the way I feel
Do you feel as if you're having a ball
Oh I guess, I hope you don't feel anything at all
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
Join the great subconscious club
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
But I'm afraid to wake up
In my dreams my life is perfect again. There she is, happy and smiling, the way I love to see her. I know that this is one of those dreams and right now I never want to wake up. I want to hold her and kiss her and be with her until the end of time.
But suddenly everything is different. The sun is gone and it’s raining. The park turned into a graveyard and her wedding dress turned black. I’m starting to have a nightmare and I already hate it. I’m standing behind a tree, seeing her from a distance. It’s as if I’m seeing through someone else’s eyes. There she is, my CD, kneeling in the soaked earth in front of a grave. Digging her hands into the mud, crying like I never saw her cry before.
Out of sudden there’s a gun in her hands. As I scream from the top of my lungs, trying to stop her, she pulls the trigger and her body slumps to the ground, her blood immediately flows in my direction.
Startled I wake up and hear my own scream. As I quiet down, I expect silence to surround me, but I hear the song I heard in my dream.
I don’t know why or how, but suddenly I realize that it was more than just a dream. Knowing that she’s dead just makes me come to terms with what I knew all along: Without her I can’t live.
Almost automatically my hand reaches for my holster and draws my own gun. Or is that her? Does she lead my hand? Is her spirit surrounding me, inviting me to join her? I don’t know what it is, but I know it is right. We belong together. If not in life, then in death.
Not for a moment I think twice, I place my gun against my chest, right over my heart. And then...
Another shot interrupts the same melody. Another stream of blood makes its way through the rain towards the other one.
Another life ended in the hope of salvation at last.
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
Join the great subconscious club
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
But I'm afraid to wake up
Try to get some sleep...
THE END
Try To Get Some Sleep
How long does it take to get over the biggest loss in life? You probably never really overcome it, do you? I was certain that I never would.
How much pain can life throw at you before you crumble underneath your own despair? Does it ever stop? No, whenever I started to feel happy again and was looking forward to whatever was coming my way, life would deal me another blow and I was on the ground again. Each and everytime, something... the hope that someone out there gave me, would make me struggle to my feet again, knowing that somehow, someday I would find the person who was the reason for my hope. And I did. Too late though. Too late for both of us.
That was the last straw it took to force me down and never make me want to get up again. I would never be able to forgive myself for all the tears and the pain I caused. How had I been able to do what I did? Why hadn’t anybody stopped me? Why hadn’t I stopped myself? Too many questions that caused even more tears. This wound would never heal again. Not that it ever had started to. Some things just go too deep.
Deeper than you’d like to admit to yourself. Deep enough to make you try to cover them up with all your might. And in the end it hurts even more that you’re the only one who knows what’s underneath your own disguise.
And one day you start to believe in it yourself. Or reality and pretense merge into one. I’ll never find out which one it was. But it had happened. I had found a reason that made me want to live again. Someone who made me happy. When I finally admitted that to myself I was so shocked about the words that came out of my own mouth. I couldn’t believe I actually was happy. That someone made me happy. But then this wonderful person stepped into my life and did. To make me happy all it took was that certain smile, or listening to that voice full of love for me.
When we finally admitted all of our feelings to each other I was at the top of my world and knew it couldn’t get much better than this, and I never wanted to go back again.
But something happened and I found myself on the ground again, literally. Having almost been killed brought back all of these memories from the past again. And the well known hope filled me again as well, but it was even stronger than it had ever been. Stronger because now I had all the more reason for wanting to live. I had found him and he had found me and we were meant to be.
But I lied. I hadn’t meant to, but when the things I found out weren’t the way I had expected them to be I just couldn’t come out with the truth.
So much pain filled me and surrounded me, it was everywhere. The hope that had been there throughout all of my life had been destroyed and even he couldn’t give me the strength I would have needed to get up again. I didn’t even have the strength to face him.
Rain poured down on the grave and the lonely figure standing in front of it poured Tequila down like the tears that mingled with the rain, trying to drown sorrows and pain, needing to forget, but not able to ever do so. No matter how much alcohol would flow, no matter how many pills were swallowed, the memories remained.
Trembling fingers reached out to caress her name on the gravestone. A last goodbye to a woman who had been way too young to die. The numbers below her name showed how short her life had been. But there were no numbers to show how much pain she had suffered already during those years.
For the people who saw those numbers it was a shame that a life so young had ended so tragically. But for the few who knew what this young woman had been through in her short life, her wish to end her life was a little bit easier to understand.
And there probably was no one who understood her as well as the one who was shedding tears in front of her grave right now. Feeling responsible for her death the lonely figure that looked more like a dark shadow than a human being sank down into the mud of the wet fresh grave, feeling like the weak shadow of a once strong person.
In the distance another figure seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She didn’t know anybody here and never would. Ignoring the rain that soaked her dark clothes and dripped from her red hair she started to do what she had come here for and as she hummed a soft melody she slammed the strings of her guitar and began to sing.
There's a reason so well hidden
Why I was torn apart from you
Like a song I've never written
Like a joke without a clue
No I don't want to close my eyes and think of you
I don’t think there’s anything that hurts as much as losing a loved one. Especially when the person you just lost was... and in a way still is, the love of your life. The one and only you’ve waited for all your life. Everything seems perfect for a while and you’ve finally admitted your feelings. The greatest gift you could ever wish for has been granted to you: she has the same feelings and you’re so in love.
But then, one day, out of the blue, fate strikes when you least expect it. You almost lose her and the thought of your world without her in it is killing you. You can’t thank God often enough for the little miracle, that somehow she survived. And deep down you know that your love is what’s keeping the both of you alive. Feelings so strong that they overwhelm you, and her, and anybody around you, that just can’t be coincidence. You know that you were meant to be. The only reason you were born was to be with her. And the only reason she was born, was to be that other part of you that made you both whole. When you’re together nothing makes sense anymore, but yet everything is so clear. You breathe for her to live. Your heart beats so hers doesn’t stop. You are one another and you can see it in each others eyes.
Two souls in two bodies that exist as one. Finally you know what love is, but then again, this is by far more. And you know that as long as you’re together, you’re invincible.
And then suddenly you die. You hadn’t seen it coming at all, but in the blink of an eye your world ceases to exist and you get swallowed into the worst form of hell that could ever be. You still live, but yet you die. It happens so slowly that you can feel it creep throughout your whole body. Physical pain is spreading through your limbs as the words race through your brain. You see them in front of your eyes but none of this seems real. You just know that this can’t be. But yet it is. And it is the end.
Tears soak the tiny piece of paper that you’re clutching in your hands, not wanting to believe this, but reality settles in. She’s gone.
And all you want to do is to burn this little piece of paper to make it come undone. You hope that if the evidence in your hands turns to ashes she will rise again. A Phoenix to your love.
But even though you can clearly see it happen when you close your eyes, you know it never will. So you keep the paper to look at it day after day, again and again. When you do, it torments you, but you welcome the pain. It’s the only thing you want to feel. Without her this is how it has to be. It’s devouring you from the inside and all you do is wait until it’s over and you can finally close your eyes forever and become one with the earth they bury you in.
Even though you’re just spending your time waiting for that moment to come and finally release you, you don’t ever want it to happen. That is why you don’t even try to initialize it yourself. You know it will be a relief that you don’t want to happen. Just like you don’t want to think of her even though that’s all you ever do and you don’t even try to stop these thoughts. You know it’s inevitable and right now you’re not even attempting to prolong the time that’s still left. You want it to happen even though you don’t. And those feelings don’t even confuse you, in your cold, numb state of mind, they all make perfect sense. She still is the center of it all and she will be forever more, even though one day it all will come to an end.
But until then, even though she’s gone, she’s the only thing for you. You still see her everywhere, you can smell her and even feel her touch when you close your eyes and think about it hard enough. She lingers in the air around you, and you embrace this sensation even though it brings you pain. After all, it’s everything you still got.
The dark and rainy night just seemed to be perfect for the lonely figure who was strolling through the streets, unaware of the clothes being as soaked by rain as the note was by tears. Still clutching to it nothing mattered. And even if it was a bright sunshiny day, it wouldn’t make any difference. The feelings still were the same.
Eventually his feet refused to walk anymore. He had ended up in a lost and filthy part of the city. Not giving a damn he slumped to the ground and pounding his fists into the wet asphalt he screamed out in agony.
But no one seemed to hear him, a lone soldier still fighting in a battle he’d long lost. Rats scurried through the abandoned warehouse behind him, used to being the only creatures here along with some birds that frightened by the uncommon noise spread their wings and took off into all directions, truly leaving him to himself.
He wasn’t completely alone though. Sitting in the sill of a broken window a young woman found inspiration in him to continue her song, without him ever becoming aware of her, but the music mirrored the lack of what once had been and still should be in his heart. Like his weak limbs had failed him, now his lids fluttered shut and forced him to drift off.
How I'd like to get you back, but He won't let me
How I'd like to sing the songs we knew by heart
Farewell sounds really cheap for pain you left me
And it's growing mushrooms in my heart
No I don't want to close my eyes and think of you
I wanna try to get some sleep
But it is hard, can't take the lead
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
Join the great subconscious club
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
But I'm afraid to wake up
Why did you do it? I saw the police report, and actually I can answer my own question. Right now I can understand you. I know why you were desperate enough to end your own life. You were alone and felt left by everybody who was supposed to be there for you. You must have felt as if life was hell.
I know that feeling too well myself. I know how it is when the people around you seem to just use you for their purposes and drop you when they don’t need you anymore.
You must have thought I was one of them. No, not one of them, the first one. The one who ignited the chain reaction. I should have been there for you. Mothers are supposed to protect their daughters. I blamed my own for not having been there for me when I needed her. But what I did to you, I guess that was even worse.
I only had the best interest at heart, I wanted to give you a life you couldn’t have with me. But I sent you straight to hell.
I hope you’re somewhere safe now. I hope happiness has come at last. I hope there’s no more pain for you. I hope wherever you are you can finally laugh. And if that isn’t possible then I hope you don’t feel anything at all.
No wonder that death was the ultimate relief for you. Your father a rapist, your mother too young to take care of you, you’re on your own, and you’re just a baby. But it seems as if everything turns for the better, you get adopted, but what seem to be loving parents are monsters in disguise. Abused by your father even though you were still a baby. While your mother watched how he raped you as a three year old child. And it never stopped. The police report has all the facts. After your death they finally found out about all the cruel things they did to you.
No, I don’t blame you at all. You deserve to rest in peace at last. I just wish I had been there for you. But I was a coward who listened to the things I had been told. I gave you away and hoped you’d have a good life.
But I slipped a photo of both of us after you were born sixteen years ago into your stuff. Did you ever see it? I hope you found it. You must know that I always loved you. Had I known what happened, I would have gotten you out of there.
The friends you confided in never believed you. They thought you were a liar they told the cops. Now they know better. But now it is too late.
It’s too late for them to ask your forgiveness, and it certainly is for me. Part of me doesn’t want you to forgive me. I don’t deserve it. I caused all of this. I made your life a living hell when I gave you away and in the end it’s my fault that you’re dead now.
And I never even considered that your life was so incredibly horrible. I tried to push all thoughts of you away, tried to forget you altogether. I never succeeded though. I always knew you were more than just a nightmare. You were real and I wish I could change everything that happened. I wish I had never given you away.
But it’s too late. There really is just one consequence for me now. I’m as desperate and hopeless as you have been. I always loved you and I always will. You and Nate.
Those were the last thoughts the pretty blonde woman ever thought. Sometimes it’s just too late. Too later after all the pain. Too late to believe anymore. Too much hurt that breaks your heart. And for Candace DeLorenzo that point was right now. She had always been a very strong woman, even after her stepfather raped her when she was only fifteen. Even after a pregnancy was the result of that and her mother, doctor and teachers convinced her to give her own child away.
Eventually she had learned how to move on, lead a normal life. Or so she thought. The happiness she believed she had found was a big lie. Her husband never loved her. He used her and cheated on her. And after he had no more use for her, he dropped her and left her for a younger woman.
She had thought she had finally found her little piece of happiness when Nathan Basso stepped into her life and they fell in love. But at the top of their luck together she found out that her daughter’s life was just a tragedy. Worse than anything she’d ever seen on the job. Too horrible for her to deal with. She blamed herself for the young girl’s suicide, but after everything she had found out, she couldn’t blame her. She understood how she had felt too well, she was feeling the same.
A shot rang through the air and only for a moment interrupted the stranger’s song. Too engulfed in her song, she didn’t see the now lifeless body that fell to the ground, right in front of the grave of her daughter. The blonde woman’s hand fell on the gravestone, her fingers seemed to caress the name engraved there as her blood mixed with the rain created a little river that came right out of her heart.
Do you realise I don't know what to do
Did you become just an idea, are you still real
Do you still have that snapshot that I gave you
Oh don't answer me, it wouldn't change the way I feel
Do you feel as if you're having a ball
Oh I guess, I hope you don't feel anything at all
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
Join the great subconscious club
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
But I'm afraid to wake up
In my dreams my life is perfect again. There she is, happy and smiling, the way I love to see her. I know that this is one of those dreams and right now I never want to wake up. I want to hold her and kiss her and be with her until the end of time.
But suddenly everything is different. The sun is gone and it’s raining. The park turned into a graveyard and her wedding dress turned black. I’m starting to have a nightmare and I already hate it. I’m standing behind a tree, seeing her from a distance. It’s as if I’m seeing through someone else’s eyes. There she is, my CD, kneeling in the soaked earth in front of a grave. Digging her hands into the mud, crying like I never saw her cry before.
Out of sudden there’s a gun in her hands. As I scream from the top of my lungs, trying to stop her, she pulls the trigger and her body slumps to the ground, her blood immediately flows in my direction.
Startled I wake up and hear my own scream. As I quiet down, I expect silence to surround me, but I hear the song I heard in my dream.
I don’t know why or how, but suddenly I realize that it was more than just a dream. Knowing that she’s dead just makes me come to terms with what I knew all along: Without her I can’t live.
Almost automatically my hand reaches for my holster and draws my own gun. Or is that her? Does she lead my hand? Is her spirit surrounding me, inviting me to join her? I don’t know what it is, but I know it is right. We belong together. If not in life, then in death.
Not for a moment I think twice, I place my gun against my chest, right over my heart. And then...
Another shot interrupts the same melody. Another stream of blood makes its way through the rain towards the other one.
Another life ended in the hope of salvation at last.
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
Join the great subconscious club
I'm gonna try to get some sleep
But I'm afraid to wake up
Try to get some sleep...
THE END