We said we'd ride the wreckage down
laughing the whole way up the stairs
at missing the last elevator
and falling in love in a nightmare.
Through flames and broken windows
we watched our future dive past in a blur;
your hand in mine, in a living hell
together, on top of the end of the world.
You slid your ring onto my finger
amid the bells and blasts;
you kissed me, you promised me forever
and pulled me with you through the glass.
2. Sweet Elizabeth
Home again, from the city of sound
our bed is empty and I retire alone
and this black knight between battles
must dream of his blood moon's glow.
Unable to sleep, I creep from our room
and ease open the door to your study
and like your favorite knife on our guest
the smile you unleash cuts through me.
Your laugh pierces the anguished screams
and it makes my tired knees weak;
tears fall, and jealousy rises within
when did you last laugh with me?
Mere hours of begging you for death
and you do just as she asked;
a perfect stranger, she knew your touch
and ran your evening bath.
Years I've spent, dancing with the enemy
pretending you were dancing along;
that their pleas to see their families
were your voice
calling me home.
From the moment they found you in my locket
we were never going to be safe;
you replaced it with your arms around my neck
and I could feel the blood run through your veins.
Pressed against my own, with the world between
your pulse and mine made plans
if they ever found a way to tear us apart
there would never be peace again.
When noble lines failed to divide us
they turned to pins and fragmentation;
the early echo exploded just behind us
turning all but one last grain of sand.
The future we fought for, to vapor
they told you to stay behind
"I will not leave him," you said
you took my hand, your place at my side.
He stepped from the corner, from nowhere
hand outstretched, holding something;
two flashes and two full stops
for our prologue to some other story.
I felt it rip through your body
and our time running out from my neck;
you cried "what has happened to you?"
then fell silent, blood-soaked and beautiful.
Once more I saw the world without you
I said "it is nothing" and fell.
The window is always open so the winds can stir the air;
june bugs create a paper blizzard through my hotel room
the lightning does not live here, I lost it long ago.
My coils sit silent, collecting dust is a hobby to pass the time
in alternating years, I crawl out of bed in the middle of the night
and directly to the empty park, to wait for the start of my prime.
She arrived with my reason for living and swore I would never be alone;
with her wings grey and white, she knew how to fly, and she has
"I had only to wish and call her and she would come flying to me. As long as I had her, there was a purpose to my life."
With her blazing eyes, she knew how to lie, and she was
she left to go on living and I swear I can feel her happiness
in my chest, in my brain, in my throat, I can feel it killing me
and filling me to drain me, every hour of every day.
My nights are silent, losing everything and my mind
and you do not live here, I lost you long ago;
mayflowers grow and die and cover everything I see
the window is nailed shut and I will wait here for you.