Discipline Your Daughters

I can't recall that last day of sun
Curtains closed and sitting with the lights out
An uncertain emptiness surrounds me
I'm numb and my judgments have switched to autopilot
Nothing left but echoes and thoughts of moving on
Don't stay away but don't stay here. Tell me all your secrets
I promise I'll be listening
and if you ever come back home I'll be waiting patiently
Tell me nothing sacred, I promise I won't hear a word
and if you ever come back homeI won't act so patiently
Black feathers and an unannounced call
These things go hand in hand, like talking to you and the intake of glass
I hope this knife in my hand speaks for itself...She's not coming back