8th Goodbye

panic stricken last night
what have I done?
you turned into the wind
colored pastel blues
made me choose
o the blood seeps from the thousand
cuts on these fingers
the typewriter is sticky now
you made me find how inadequate I am
I can never forgive you this
and you have the gall to tell me
not to say I am sorry
what kind of love is that?
it's just another stupid movie
just a picture you've lost
time collapsing into this
white dwarf