God was Murdered

I was always alive, but, to me, that was never good enough I wanted to rise, to truly fall in love Fights & mad love, highs & break-ups, I have no regrets My life changed & became much more since the day we met I loved painting my life with my darjeeling girl Changing her name to rain, to borsha, to pearl I loved watching her make her tresses uncurl Pulling them straight with the dangerous slip-iron Straight or curls, she was always prettier than those copy-cat posers I was so stupid, should’ve knocked her up Our kids, bratty & bitchy, strutting their stuff Would have lived like they ruled the world I meet her in my dreams, flowing fearlessly along my sprinting blood She’s at peace even as she swims from my head to heel like a flood One night we are smashing & make love in synchronized dreams Next night we’re crashing, our love blown away by tsunami All these monster cities destroying the soul of our love Love’s an o