Rue B-Sides

"Can I still warm her hands? I remember her first steps It's astonishing to me - She grew so elegantly Running fingers through her hair She’s cold and I can't leave her yet My child, are you hearing me?" Put something in your stomach, try to breathe for me if you can I can't imagine all the grief you harbour in your head You told me things hadn’t been the same but that surely you'd make amends I know you weren't on the best of terms with her back then Can it ever be the same When we're burdened by the weight of empty space? The timpani roll of a death Fill the walls of our home like insects And those wings are fluttering (No, no, no, no) You and me, forced to face eternity while she lay The eternity past - the eternity that awaits And I know, I know You're scared half to death to retire to an empty room Where there's only the silence Everything you knew, consumed Can it ever be the same When we're burdened by the weight of empty space? The timpani roll off undead Feel the walls of our home like insects And those wings, they're fluttering Can it ever be the same When we’re burdened by the weight of empty space? The timpani roll of a death Fill the walls of our home like insects And those wings are fluttering

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 23, 2026

Oh, fleshly straights How they confound And mar many a wretch like me Virtue is lost With no peace to be found Maudlin, buked and slain are we 'Twas time that taught Our kind to fear The gnashing of our brothers teeth How precious our edifices appeared Till our blue zenith saw rubble beneath

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Feb 23, 2026