Pretend There is Gold in Tears

by Cooper   Feb 25, 2008


Dilated,
your eyes can see the paint peeling off the walls,
my eyes can see you licking it away;
do the insects crave your thrashing lies?

Haunted house
Mother, it's cat and mouse,
I'm the crimson mountain
and you're the moon-lit sea,
how can you whisper in the trees that Gods can't be.

Now I smell the indecency,
a pale smoke
hiding spaces and revealing faces,
drifting from your second layer of skin,
bone-structured sin;
Sister, SAVE ME,
aren't we just two angels dancing in backwards tears?

Why do I feel like I'm made of men,
gold shining out from my skirts,
Oh, I am confused,
my child's forgiveness ever abused;
We children are the trees, you whisper to,
are you the inferno that burns us down,
when we're struggling to grow?

I know you've got just a decimal of your heart left.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Yeka

    Love it .....it shows a lot of words thats coming in your heart

  • 16 years ago

    by Nix

    Wow, very very touching and haunting! I enjoyed so much in whole piece, you created atmosphere on simply powerful and captivating way and your ideas are truly priceless. Great choice of words, core of this lines is so different and refreshing. I am once again impressed with your words.