whitecrow
12-16-04, 07:23PM
your bloody inscriptions,
burning bright against the wall of sky,
ripping the atmosphere into shreds,
fluorescent ribbons of flame,
dancing and parading above me.
i crane my neck up,
to watch the light show,
in terror i cover my head,
like precious porcelain dolls,
from falling stars and comet pieces.
standing here,
here on the edge,
watching with my head bent backwards,
as the colours shrivel the blackness away.
and just as suddenly,
all the noise and light is gone.
it was the easiest thing and the hardest thing to do,
to push you over that edge.
i guess now,
now all i have are the marks on my arm,
and the scars that you buried in me -
and a long,
cold,
lonesome,
walk home.
burning bright against the wall of sky,
ripping the atmosphere into shreds,
fluorescent ribbons of flame,
dancing and parading above me.
i crane my neck up,
to watch the light show,
in terror i cover my head,
like precious porcelain dolls,
from falling stars and comet pieces.
standing here,
here on the edge,
watching with my head bent backwards,
as the colours shrivel the blackness away.
and just as suddenly,
all the noise and light is gone.
it was the easiest thing and the hardest thing to do,
to push you over that edge.
i guess now,
now all i have are the marks on my arm,
and the scars that you buried in me -
and a long,
cold,
lonesome,
walk home.