Thunder Strikes
I awaken to the sounds of war outside. I get up from the worst dream of my life. It seemed as if no one could escape an end such as that. I look out side and all I see is depression and misery falling from the sky in the form of Hydrogen and Oxygen. The black clouds that seemed like a virus in the sky plagued me, too. I felt like I was bleeding from my eyes after these nightmares throughout my life. I get out of bed and look around. What a mess: cloths everywhere, instruments just lying on the ground, papers spread out all over the floor as if to signify an early grave. I glance at the time and all it says is 12:00 blinking constantly…coincidence? I walk to the bathroom and look in the mirror. Cursed between the boundaries of an unreal world and reality.
I walk downstairs and I notice a note hung from a magnet on the refrigerator. I approach it and realize that it is not a note. It is a letter, a cry for help. I pull it from its shackle and begin to read it.
"This stage is ready to explode with fallen angels. Guiding us on the destructive road, we are uncovered in a red crimson that sticks to us in these beige trench coats. An organ plays a melody to soften the blow, out of tune in every direction. A key is disregarded on the table and left for an unsuspecting guest to figure out a trace of humanity. We all write these letters, bathed in a jet-black tint:
Dear Ankou,
I have been misinformed about my mission. I try and grasp a firm hold of the rail, but all I am doing is spilling out my lungs. Placing my heart on the edge of my sleeve and cascading it down the rocky gorge. I fall in the river and get swept away by the current, unable to free myself of the reckless situation. I have walked down this cul-de-sac a thousand times; each time planting a different colored rose in your name. As we sing in harmony to the one ballad that keeps us alive, we become the fool living in a worn out basement inhabiting a lot on Grist Mill Court. Praying to our Mothers and Fathers, we cry for a second chance for only death to hear. To be heard would only cause certain consequences to occur and awful outcomes to take place. A single rose standing Silently in the field grows weary of the fact that its only purpose in life is to please the onlookers. Singing joylessly as it begins to dream.
:: A Pedal Less Rose ::
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Here's a tear from spring to fall.
A special heart that's torn in two,
A black cloud grows and shadows you.
The lightning strikes; the mountains cry,
The heavens crash; the oceans lie.
So here's a kiss to no one knows,
And to the one I once loved most.
Who stole my heart and stole my tears,
Who cursed the ground as I stand here.
So goodbye love, for all we know,
That angel’s lie and demons gloat.
Fearing the seasons to change so fast that it may be too good. A light christened in the night and holy to her ghost as the feelings drip down and the sirens hit the horizon. With these last few words, I look to the sky. I find the only star and I move it closer to home. The moon is hidden from the sun and becomes discarded into a heap of nothingness. Please do not forget these words and me. You are the last person to read this letter. Please send me home…
Love,
Fallen Hope"
I did not understand the meaning of the letter. I leave the house and open the door to my car. I get in and drive off. As the water drops pound on the windshield, I try and stay in focus, only one thing on my mind.
I drive off thinking only of you. You curse me of my feelings and plague me of my tears. Yet, if your lips were mine, then I would paint them the color of your eyes and shield them from any evil that could consume your beauty. I am driving in your lullaby along 199 and I am staring in the eyes of an angel in disguise. Collision takes place in the pause of time and space with the rear-view mirror shocked and a windshield with no trace. A bullet through my veins assigned to empty all my blood while the Silence fills the air bags because the metal is not enough. The seat belts fail and spoil us through the windows of the earth and we make like birds in mid flight and collapse upon the curb. We pass out on the side strip as we roll into the grass with Sundays best and tears fallen that magnify the glass. And with my last cold breath I try to warm you with my heart so at least we die in love and so we will never fall apart.
I walk downstairs and I notice a note hung from a magnet on the refrigerator. I approach it and realize that it is not a note. It is a letter, a cry for help. I pull it from its shackle and begin to read it.
"This stage is ready to explode with fallen angels. Guiding us on the destructive road, we are uncovered in a red crimson that sticks to us in these beige trench coats. An organ plays a melody to soften the blow, out of tune in every direction. A key is disregarded on the table and left for an unsuspecting guest to figure out a trace of humanity. We all write these letters, bathed in a jet-black tint:
Dear Ankou,
I have been misinformed about my mission. I try and grasp a firm hold of the rail, but all I am doing is spilling out my lungs. Placing my heart on the edge of my sleeve and cascading it down the rocky gorge. I fall in the river and get swept away by the current, unable to free myself of the reckless situation. I have walked down this cul-de-sac a thousand times; each time planting a different colored rose in your name. As we sing in harmony to the one ballad that keeps us alive, we become the fool living in a worn out basement inhabiting a lot on Grist Mill Court. Praying to our Mothers and Fathers, we cry for a second chance for only death to hear. To be heard would only cause certain consequences to occur and awful outcomes to take place. A single rose standing Silently in the field grows weary of the fact that its only purpose in life is to please the onlookers. Singing joylessly as it begins to dream.
:: A Pedal Less Rose ::
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Here's a tear from spring to fall.
A special heart that's torn in two,
A black cloud grows and shadows you.
The lightning strikes; the mountains cry,
The heavens crash; the oceans lie.
So here's a kiss to no one knows,
And to the one I once loved most.
Who stole my heart and stole my tears,
Who cursed the ground as I stand here.
So goodbye love, for all we know,
That angel’s lie and demons gloat.
Fearing the seasons to change so fast that it may be too good. A light christened in the night and holy to her ghost as the feelings drip down and the sirens hit the horizon. With these last few words, I look to the sky. I find the only star and I move it closer to home. The moon is hidden from the sun and becomes discarded into a heap of nothingness. Please do not forget these words and me. You are the last person to read this letter. Please send me home…
Love,
Fallen Hope"
I did not understand the meaning of the letter. I leave the house and open the door to my car. I get in and drive off. As the water drops pound on the windshield, I try and stay in focus, only one thing on my mind.
I drive off thinking only of you. You curse me of my feelings and plague me of my tears. Yet, if your lips were mine, then I would paint them the color of your eyes and shield them from any evil that could consume your beauty. I am driving in your lullaby along 199 and I am staring in the eyes of an angel in disguise. Collision takes place in the pause of time and space with the rear-view mirror shocked and a windshield with no trace. A bullet through my veins assigned to empty all my blood while the Silence fills the air bags because the metal is not enough. The seat belts fail and spoil us through the windows of the earth and we make like birds in mid flight and collapse upon the curb. We pass out on the side strip as we roll into the grass with Sundays best and tears fallen that magnify the glass. And with my last cold breath I try to warm you with my heart so at least we die in love and so we will never fall apart.