A Bad Break

A bad break, my closest friend

In your hands I am received

My pleasures are reversed

To cry in your hair

I breathe the poisoned air

-I will

Sing, my dear, to annihilate the past 

Wings, my dear, to annihilate despair

Your eyes are veiled like the stars of night

Your skin is soft like the blankets and pillows

And now, without the shadow of doubt,

The sun is an outcast and the birds a blur

-For this I pray

Set me free from these illusions of melancholy 

I know there must be good behind the bleak

Its boughs surround all that we see

A pin falls and it all disappears

The whims of people who profess the truth

Like it was written for them with hands divine

And you can believe it if it helps you, dear.

I smile when you're near

You smother the plastic face 

Of all my failures, and we melt

In the bed I have yet to sleep

-In a dream

The land of the living dead.

All my loves and futures rest

I was a ghost on a string of souls, 

In a city of death, the town houses we knew

Strange, your hands fit the lock to every door

When I took them your pretty fingers broke

But it didn't matter because the doors were half opened

And when I looked I could see no one inside

This darkness, the only place the living can hide

-It must be.

Tell me why this gift?