Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
Sky
9.04.04
I smile into my sky
So very, very blue
With frozen fingers it is slitted open
And the life, like fragile dreams-
Slowly sifts through
I smile into myself
So very, very broken
With frozen fingers I cannot put back together
That which was never meant to be
My sky is dark.
My sky is black.
These fabrications in my mind dance around the facts
My sky is deep.
My sky is black.
These are the mutilations of things we can’t take back
We won’t take back...
I smile into my sky
So very, very blue
Like the color of your eyes
When the life seeps out from you
I smile into yourself
So very, very broken
Like the pain beneath the eyelids, closed
When we pretend that everything is fine-
That it wasn’t a lie, this time...
But my sky is dark.
My sky is black.
These fabrications in my mind can’t be taken back
My sky is deep.
My sky is black.
These are the mutilations which dance around the facts
Face the facts...
This dreamworld floats onward
Towards the bigger, the better, the gone.
This dreamworld glides onward
And I am left, but you are gone.
The sky is broken, and I am blue
But these fabrications are elected-
To serve as the void that once was you...
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]