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.