It's funny
now
I must admit
The world
dies & plunders
with such amazing accuracy,
it's a beautiful,
terrible thing
To behold.
I can't touch you now,
but soon I will
& you will see
Why the people
are broken.
& why you will
Shatter into a
Thousand pieces
dancing on the
Wind—
Come back
to him.
I can't tell you
to go
home, because
it's my
home
too.
If you
could say
goodbye,
Would you
Want too?
If you could
hold any
child in your
arms,
Who would you
choose?
I'm still laughing
you haven't stopped
crying,
My heart
tore.
Just like your voice.
As this sky above
us
dies
And turns to poison, as we forget
the names we
have
carried throughout our
lives
The only thing he
Remembers is
Your face.
I don't
know if
angels
can die, but
Surely it can't be.
for how can you,
my precious
fragile king,
become nonexistent in spirit
When
mine
Craves for
YOUR
Touch.
They wish to be
Free;
I wish to be
captured
by his
gaze.
And the world
is still
dying
& my heart still
tears itself
to ribbons
while the blood
pours
down my
hands.
Can you teach
each other to love?
my sweet
children,
will you
learn
to fly
on
torn
wings of
silver, calling
to
Lady Death
While the
tears stroke scars
into your
Cheeks.
I will
watch
as they flee
& I
Mourn.
for you.
And him.
& nothing.
& I laugh.
My world
has ended.
Blood has
drowned me
with
love.
And your
Heart
Has
Healed
Me and
left
To
live.