Light floods in and as a ghost I come to pick up the pieces from the floor, to lick the blood from fresh wounds. I don't make a sound for fear of waking the dead - so close to them that I feel myself rotting from within.
'Bring your knives, guns and grace down here, kiss me softly and say it's not okay anymore.'
The smile's nailed to my face to it's all coming unhinged; such a tortured angel, my love, and don't we know it...all alone in space and time, I'll take this beating in the hope that when my eyes are blackened and my lips are bloody, you're faith will be restored.
But you've gone away, chasing bright lights and counting the thorns on your crown, I can only hope you still smile.
I've yet to make sense of anything but now I see the darkness coming, it's time to run and hide, make a wish and pretend I'll find you one last time.
COMMENTS
-
TheWhiteRabbit
18:46 Jun 24 2012
Lovely
-TheWhiteRabbit