Monday, May 09, 2005

Unside-down

He said, he never needed anyone
She said, she'd rather fall for a dead man
I would, never face up to justice
My forearms are burned
By the flames of her passing
The lights in my head
My universe reassembling.

He said, he'd never turn for a stranger
She said, she'd rather date the danger
I would, always find a reminder
My eyes are afraid
Of the dust of her passing
The colours drift down
From the stained glassing

A coffin's a lonely place to wait.

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