Saturday, May 17, 2008

to crash planes

ust lay backthe visionarywishing the comfort of the suncould never die downand the wan look in her eyesis enough to explain a journeyone covered in black-starsand supercilious liesbright lightsin a clouded roomdead skinburning whiteat the sight of the groomhe never keeps his hands to himselfand she never has the courage to tell him the truth"she never loved him"but she always didcradled hearts and blood on the floori was watching from the back roomwith a book in my handi couldn't stop myself from thinking"she'd be better off dead"bright lightsin a clouded roomdead skinburning whiteat the sight of the groomhe never keeps his hands to himselfand she never has the courage to tell him the truthand i stare at the streetsthinking "am i alive?"watching myself make mistakesthinking "am i alive?"