Mutual agony lies a little below our toes, our skin.
It wasn't written in the creases of our hands.
Or maybe that was my mistake.
Diving a little below the line where the water stops half empty;
Did you find the thought ?
In which would destroy our
Elysian peace, our sanity ?
Breaking the bones of my ribcage--
I sent forth the road that has cracked below me.
I have only to reveal what is left.
But it was your mistake.
Our mistake, our mutual agreement.
Dying under the mystery.
The mystery with no answers or realities.
Caged in the dimension of loss.
The dimension where we had died.
So many beautiful years ago.
But it was our mistake.
Our mistake.
Mutual emotion lies a little below our toes, our skin.
Ever changing the colors of our faces.
Your eyes. My windows.
And the creases of our palms.
Tell me after such a short stop on my pavement,
if you still believe you belong here ?
As I falter in the void of false pretension,
that you do.
But it was our mistake.
Mutual beauty lies a little below our toes, our skin.
Sinking hastily into your weakness. But you are happy.
Should I laugh ? Or should I cry ?
Because at least I've sunken into what would hold me.
Or have I ?
Was it our mistake ?
Because we didn't share it this time.
Mutual forgiveness lies a little below my lips, our tongue.
But we don't have to speak a word.
Returning once more to our paradise.
On the clouds which hang our memories,
on the ground which holds the laughter,
and the trees that shake of our secrets.
Deserted, ever so alone it must be there now.
But we must caress the ribbon.
That we had weaved so many beautiful years ago.
The ribbon where we hold on;
And that keeps the promise existent.
The promise that reminds us that of our past,
The mutual agony,
emotion, beauty, forgiveness.
That keeps those moments alive.
Regardless our identities.
Because that was our promise.
And it shall never die.
 Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Fri Jul 31, 2009 @ 02:54am · 0 Comments |
