Scarlet Wings & Charcoal Scars

2014-05-13 02:03 AM

Daylight died as the twilight drew closer;
with every breath she forced out
butterflies dripped from her split tongue
and the clock stopped ticking,
as if perpetuating the dark hour
would stop destiny's scythe

When she promised me unconditional love,
I became like a bull in a china shop:
stumbling over her shallow wishes
breaking the stained glass floor
with razor-sharp stiletto heels
dressed in rainbows and diamond smiles

She turned me into a dream-dancer,
moving beyond disconnected false realities
to the beat of her heartbeat closer --
showing me the truth of fatalism
as her scarlet wings sprouted
from the charcoal scars on her back

She grabbed my aching hands
and spirited me away
from the pointless and hollow
dreamless, sleepless, painful land of lies
that had always wounded us both
whenever we had to force a smile --

She took me to infinity and flew right by
the ashes of phoenix universes reincarnating
the true goddess from the underworld,
and painted mountains of corpses piled
to make me realize that even
Gods and Ghosts must die

We landed on the ivory tower
that we built from scarred dead skin,
and stacks of gold crowns and bronze swords
piled as bricks glimmering with devoted glue:
and I saw the evanescent shines reflected
in her eyes solemnly sworn to witness my rebirth

Because all I knew before meeting her
was the dread of monotonous everyday life
and hopes of magic breaking the mundane
through my sleepless state of gray mind, blind;
at the time I knew neither love nor hate
because I was always stuck in between

And then I finally knew what she meant
when she said that we were entangled
in the pure white spider web
woven from the threads of fate:

because when her wings embraced me
and her lithe body echoed mine,
she kissed me for the first time
and I knew that I wanted to be stuck
in this disconnected and dreamy eternity

For despite that even Gods and Ghosts must perish
we made our love too strong to ever die