everything i touch turns to ashes in my hands,
and my wings have desintigrated
leaving only memories of promises and the tastes are still fluttering in my mouth
like a thousand paper-thin butterflies.
I never said you could have my life but you made me into your tomb.
I'm filled with nothing, filled with you I thought I knew, thought i could have known,
but your precious strands of pearls have broken and i nearly
choked on you,
thought i'd never need the air again,
slammed shut like wrought iron and cascading tears that burn my face
and feel like daggars in my eyes.
Thought I'd drown in those too.
Never see the light of day standing with your back to the moon;
waiting for the night never
took so long,
as the needles burn my hands and prick at my flesh, rip
my wings and tighten the noose, never letting go of my
thousand tiny tears waiting to glitter my face with their poison dust
and reflect like mercury raindrops.
And as they fall they sing:...weak...wake...sleep ....dream...
Free the souls, tie their laces and fix them upright,
hanging by their crooked smiles, forgetting what it's like to be alive...
Thought I'd drown in you...
what a thought...