Dec 02, 2003 17:11
i have seen so many of these lives
have eaten from the shit of you and yours
have spanked myself stupid against
the colorless picture plate of glass
flapping my wings faster than heart-beats
wanting desperately to find the other side
i wanted to smell the breeze that sent
fallen autumn leaves kamikaze into my face
this false face of crystal
i madly craved a drink
from the beads of rain that tried to break in
but they too were scattered about
twisting a prism rainbow of that star
that star oh that wretched star
that wilts the leaves
of a flower that uses it's rays for food
it must be poisoned gold
it's ransom for a fools quest
most certainly a brown leather death
that death that befell a beautiful rose
placed in the window to remember
and then discarded
once the vampire star had suckled from it's
fragile skin and bones
all that it could take
and so to it's predecessors
and often as i beat these wings
is as often as i have left
and returned
to this postcard life
and still each time i will beat myself
to break through
until i can find all of the beauty
that this window protects
and still one hundred times a day
i may fail
and i may resort to dining on shit
again
but once i will make it through and see
and that once will be enough
that i may never return again
but be forced to explain to the angels
and god
everything that i saw