Make it Break so I don't Have to...

In a dream I shall feel the world.
Through splendid cities pierced with light;
mad with love, my tears float very slowly;
It lies in wait! for more than a thousand years!

Contained in the vast ether, floating
and waiting to reach you on the dark lilac waterways.
- with a cloak of ignorance, to place love in the rose, and not the thorns.
My heart has murmured its ballad.
Whence does he come? The sky is hell red where all the stars above
between here and there are sleeping,
coddled awake by the ferocious howls of She
who has lost He.

Slowly he turns his head,
Body streaked by the heavy wave
of sorrow that emanates from her every soft sob.
Under the light of this darkness, with barely enough
of a glow to make the tracks of tears
glimmer on her cheeks;
And the pain that holds her heart, sparkles.

Weep on her shoulder,
Mount her very soul.
Your love will; in the end,
devour her again.

Into the ferocious tide a scream that could tear you apart rips the tide
whose sobs realize incredible, far away vistas
of sour apples pale-eyed pretentious pieces of ass
The hookers on south Main, and the mothers of the world
Don't weep. She was stupid.
Didn't she realize that
in antique dreams that were scented twilight,
and flavored with the dust he left her in,
I hung there, watching it all.

Together we waited,
waited for him to realize
That she was the best he could wish for,
the most he could hope for. With her, he would want for nothing.
But he'll always want more.
And she'll always have less.
Dec. 01 2009