The letter

« The letter »

I’ve sent a letter to myself
A kind of “trips and tricks guide” forgotten on the shelf
I wrote all the things I was never able to say
Like those words stuck on my lips: « I want you to stay »

I’m still afraid of yesterday, when I remember tomorow
I feel like I’m loosing my mind
I saw you diving through the window, a bloody knife in your back
It seems that you can’t fly

Then everything turned black

I’m standing handcuffed in a cell
I know I’ve done something wrong, but what?
I can’t tell
Is this jail, is this hell?
A mental asylum?
No one wants to tell

The only thing I remember is the blood on my hands
When the cops came in and pointed their guns to me
As they pushed me in the van, I saw a corpse on the sidewalk
I didn’t realize it was yours

‘Cause everything turned black

Now I’m alone with myself
Reading a letter someone wrote in this cell
It begins with these words:
Read this, then go to hell