Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
epitaphs and tombstones
3.05.05
Fingernails digging into the earth
Brown dust beneath your immaculate claws
Stare down at them, ignore the flowers
Wilting flowers, aging flowers, dying flowers
Gone, gone, spinning out of control
It was absolutely all in your control, up until this moment.
Oh, and pain racing unparalleled amounts
Through your chest, your head, your soul
The sky is blue, the sky is grey
You can’t make sense of the reason why
Why are the flowers wilting, aging, dying?
Sacred perfectionist, constant control, always lies within your grasp
But when tomorrow’s sun rises, the flowers are staring at you
Behind your eyelids they are wilting, aging, dying...
Red.
For blood, for love
For dreams, for lies
For today, for tomorrow
For eternity, for nothing
For here, for nowhere
Red.
It’s... all nothing more than a perfectly scripted lie
Why didn’t they tell you they were lying?
Because... that would have been a lie.
<--- fall into my patterened tears... [return]
<---<--- catch me as i fall? [CS]