An Impasse

[turnthedarkness]

We held each other on the last night of the world
And island of safety
As we whisper old secrets to the ghosts between each others' faces
And start to rediscover the worlds
Of ourselves; the bleach of bone and waxing crescent,
The meadows, the prairies of skin and oceans of eyes
So as to drown in it

Sweetheart, I can stop it from hurting
Sweetheart, I can make you feel again

And somewhere in the darkness
There's a scratching screeching bleeding
Screaming

Our fingers knot together

At least we know we won't be scared to death

Until the morning comes
And we're just a pair of hearts
Raw and open and beating, just to feel
As the world falls away to ashes, dust, and back to the stars of our orbits