paroles de chanson Baby's Breath - Otep
The
soft
sound
of
snow
crunching
Underfoot
gives
me
comfort.
Her
building
is
at
the
end
of
the
block.
She
lives
on
the
north
side.
Bottom
floor.
Middle
apartment.
I
see
her:
1,
2,
3,
4,
5 steps.
Wrong
key.
Lock
clicks.
She
drops
her
Coat
and
scarf
in
the
entry
and
Kicks
off
those...
vixen
shoes.
She
shuffles
to
the
kitchen
and
pours
A
glass
of
scotch.
(I
am
inside)
She
lights
a
cigarette
and
blows
The
smoke
over
the
match.
(She
doesn′t
notice)
The
gray
smog
rises
from
her
Lips
like
a
cremation
furnace.
The
simple
elegance
of
this
quiet
Moment
is
almost
irresistible.
(But,
I
wait)
She
slugs
back
the
scotch,
Finishes
her
smoke
and
ashes
it
In
the
sink.
She
unties
her
hair
And
enters
the
hallway,
past
the
Childless
bedroom
with
the
empty
Crib,
past
the
altar
coated
in
wax
Like
a
wedding
cake,
and
the
tiny
Packages
of
meat,
dead
flowers,
And
baby's
breath.
She
enters
the
bathroom,
where
She
undresses.
She
sits
on
the
Edge
of
the
bath.
Her
naked
body
Folded
in
half,
heavy
tits
hanging
Like
mushy
stalactites
over
her
Lap.
(Oh,
precious)
She
closes
her
Eyes
and
holds
her
head
as
if
it
Might
float
away.
For
a
moment,
my
thoughts
drift
Again,
this
time
to
the
hammer
I
am
holding.
The
handle
is
Smooth
as
bone,
the
forged
steel
Head
is
heavy,
and
I
feel
powerful.
She
reaches
for
the
faucet
And
I
snap
back
to
the
moment.
Bubbles
brim
the
edge
of
the
Tub.
Her
fingers
check
the
water
Temperature
and
I
am
ready.
I
move
behind
her.
She
doesn′t
Hear.
I
swing
the
hammer.
She
Doesn't
see.
I
crack
her
skull.
She's
in
the
tub.
Face
down.
I
am
Drowning
her,
mashing
her
head
To
the
bottom,
knifing
the
claw
of
The
hammer
into
her
spine
and
Ribs
over
and
over
and
over
and
Over
and
over
and
over
and
over
And
over
and...
Her
body
stops
pretending
to
Care
and
surrenders
as
it
is
supposed
To.
just
to
be
sure,
I
press
Hard,
keeping
her
head
beneath
The
bloody
water
a
few
moments
More.
Her
neck
snaps,
her
nose
Breaks,
and
her
face
collapses
Against
the
bottom
of
the
tub.
I
See
my
reflection
in
the
mirror
And
soapy
foam
has
formed
a
half
Smile
over
the
black
nylon
mask
I
Am
wearing
I
lean
to
her.
The
water
glistens
Like
glass.
I
hover
over
the
Surface,
soft
breath
causing
tiny
Quakes,
and
whisper,
"I
have
done
To
you
what
nature
has
done
to
me."
She
doesn′t
reply.
I
stand
and
turn
off
the
light.
The
room
is
dark
and
empty.
Just
like
I
am
now.
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