Sharper than sunrise striking at my hands.
I can almost feel its warmth, anywhere it lands.
And these could be the memoirs of my thoughts half-dead, naked and bleeding in the back of my head.
Returning from the war wounded and stealing every thought I score, grounded from the feeling.
Sometimes it is just too much to say at one time.
Silence, emotion, footsteps, streetlights longer hours make these nights at almost every notion.
We walk alone tonight. But where did everyone go?
And the cadence makes me, distinguished by defeat eyes like armor, wings like feet. I can run forever.
Above this bridge far beneath my street, I can still hear her breathing when I close my eyes to nothing and try for sleep.
Hello empty what is inside? Simple questions, difficult good-byes.
If only a solution to captivate this feel, with every thought that makes us anything.
Real.
But you can believe in me and lean it on the wall, replace the doorknob and into the hall, somewhere, something knifeless grin.
Ghosts stabbing memory where they may begin.
And gone tomorrow like last fall's wind.
Its almost like I can't see a lighthouse and the wind brushes straight against my face, and im so cold and soaked.
And its hard to tell the tears from the rain.
Forever.
But still I tried not to look back. And It was harder than the smile on your face.
Watch it as it breaks and cuts my every move to a something better than what we could have made. I wish I could fade.
Like ink. My story will sink into paper. Like paper. I sink into the sea. This will always be me. Away from the shore...
So then, somewhere in the depths of these landscapes and I, we can think of all the reasons that our smiles made us cry.
Somewhere in the grains of every ocean's salt I can think of another and why its at fault.
I can fall in love with summer and its sentimental smell, Roses, I, night-time and my heart begins to swell...and this cant be hell,knocking on my door when the light gaps twice and makes shadows on the floor...someone is there. Outside looking in, Ill never know her.
And can't you smell that sweet-rose rare breathing through the streaks between you hair?
Like the brothers of story, Ghost and I, disappearing act everytime we try to open our hearts and brush away the sins contemplating memory before the darkness begins.
But still if I awake tomorrow with a smile and kiss you like yesterday in a slow cautious pace, would you tear me open? Perhaps look inside? Throw out the reasons and tell me why you hide? Wrapped in foil, my life.
Take a stance. This is my glance, never more than the taste of your lips upon my wounds. And I am the truth I believe in. Dreamer, not pretender, dreaming forever.
I want to live in a far away place. Farther from the problems written on your face. I finally saved myself. And I can't remember the last time my eyes glared the way they do now...as I look down at the final streak of light, fading through the backseat of a car window. Fading forever.
And I would be a temporary hero, saving me from everything except this plastic heart. Watch it fall apart.
The crystals stabbed me. Blue. And a shinning light gave way. For a change.
Like an always I never knew.
Dear me, I never failed you.