Somewhere Only We Know

Listening to Fire Coming Out Of The Monkey's Head by Gorillaz

I've pondered Death many times, I've watched Death before. Seen it come and the last moments of suffering before a sweet ease took over, and the world errupted around his lifeless body. I watched for awhile, it felt like I was far away when actually I was but a meter away. Felt the sorrow rise like a bile in my throat. Who chooses them? Who chooses who should stay and who should go? Is it a message in the wind?

I was walking out the other day, the sun was bright and I saw some kids playing catch, the world alive with joy. Isn't it unfair that somewhere else someone is dying?

It's been years since I met you, I've known him longer. I remember the day he told me, it was like in the books. How they say it feels like someone reaches through your torso and grabs your heart in a fist. They call it shock, the dramatic moment when time freezes and you drop whatever you were holding. What do you say to that? What could I say to him? I remember when I met you on Saturday, you've lost weight, gone paler than usual. You forgot him. I can't begin to image his pain, I wanted to give you both a hug each and promise that everything would work out but how could I?

I know what it's like losing someone, and I can't even start to think what i'll do for you when the time comes. What do I do for him when the time comes? It's like the clock is ticking and I'm powerless. There's an deep pain somewhere and I can't seem to get rid of it.

I hate not being able to stop your pain. I hate not being able to stop Death.
Stay with me, I can't do this.



When you, when you forget your name
When old faces all look the same
Meet me in the morning when you wake up
Meet me in the morning then you'll wake up
If only you don't bend and break
I'll meet you on the other side
I'll meet you in the light
I'll meet you in the morning when you wake