and we were in the old place
the same old place and you had the same old face
wind was knocking knocking loud outside
but it was the same old ride
phone rang and no place to hide
you seemd much better
and i felt much better
but we slide slide slide
and make promises and
promises on fresh kissed lips
until we die
red lips in the static bleached out
wasteland
of the white sheets
in the white room
in the snowscaped windows
evergreen all topped and icy
and the bed in empty room
an empty fireplace staring out
in hopes for fire soon
in hopes the fire is burning
somewhere deep inside the room
but cold bricks sit there smokeless
and the people lay in rest
two people are their memories
two people lie a mess
a mess of married loving
a mess of cords and blood
the heartways cables pumping
entwined with hers in love
a twisted knot of bodies
that find they are in love
but love is cold chains wrapped up
around a worried cage
and i found i was the jester
caught in the acts that bind
that thought we were star crossed lovers
dripping blood all over time
and you hid inside the storied closet
and i was waiting on the line
it was set inside the bedroom
or perhaps cathedral of the flea
cold and snowy
pure and light for miles
flowing curtains
by empty bedsheets
and the little drops of blood
that foretold of how we ended
in the bruised and bloodied flood
like we found ourselves inside a movie
where all the heroes die
but there really are no heroes
just people flawed to the core
and silently wanting so much more
and finding life a bore
until a technicolor nightmare
flashed onto the screen
and the difference is astounding
and the scenery serene
and its deeply crazed and torrid
tho it feels just like a dream
but everything is real about this now
standing in my frozen sweat
there is bright beyond the picture
and running
running
from the threat
And your hair is wet
with something
water tears or mud
or maybe fright and fear and blood
or maybe it’s just tuesday night
and you’re lying in your bed
right next to your sweet lover
with a fever in your head
and you’re thinking of old partners
and your thoughts are soaked in dream
to awaken from the dreamscape
where everything is big
and boldly like the movies
but here instead
a calm
that
lasts
forever
and a
silence
that
truly
screams
two people
growing older
drowning in the house
with the cat that sleeps in corners
waiting for the moment
he
pounces
on
a
mouse
Once again a lion
standing over a fresh kill
after life is still
its still living
in the
quiet
silent
chill
