Hemophilia

Hemophilia
11.12.04

He could, quite possibly
Stare up into the sky for hours
An intricate blue
A dying blue
Everything relates back to you
How I hate you, so

So many possibilities
Too many possibilities
Can’t take them all at once
It hurts, sometimes
It’s too much, too much

There is no color here
The blood is drained from your face
In these plains of time
Even vampires fall prey
To a hemophilia tendency
Which no amount of blood could cure
Extracted from the vein’s of the living

And they will, quite possibly
Stare into the sky for hours
An intricate red
A dying red
Everything relates back to death
How I hate you, still

So many lives
Lived and left broken
Decaying, rotting away
And you do not love them
You never loved them

You lie
Away from the world
You pretend to be who we hate
But beneath the cracked surface
There’s something so much better
Than this critical sunshine
Something so much better

Vampires dream, too
Vampires dream, silent
Vampires speak, but their words are weak
And no one listens

Nobody ever listens.

<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]