colors drain
By dribble
forgetting the fractured dreamscapesof what once could have beenjust to existin a whisperor a prayer.Releasing a clenched fistknuckles white and tremblingfor caring too damn muchfor too damn longwithout quite remembering whyTo sing ballads with your eyesand scream mutiny with your bodythat jagged weaponsustained by a will of ironand broken by a breezeholding up wicked mountainswith a proud chinand blood-shot eyesAs colors drain from a bleached skyin weary deferenceto the proud and prancing sunthe color drains from your pale lipsin a frantic denial of kisseswhose burn has long since left you coldSo you melt into the smooth nightas the mountains make you stumbleand ghosts make you shiverin the vulnerable invincibilityof being true Written October 28th, 2001 © on Oct 28 2001 08:53 AM PST 0 • 10
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"forgetting the fractured dreamscapesof what once could have beenjust to existin a whisperor a prayer.Releasing a clenched fistknuckles white and tremblingfor caring too damn muchfor too damn longwithout quite remembering whyTo sing ballads with your eyesand scream mutiny with your bodythat jagged weaponsustained by a will of ironand broken by a breezeholding up wicked mountainswith a proud chinand blood-shot eyesAs colors drain from a bleached skyin weary deferenceto the proud and prancing sunthe color drains from your pale lipsin a frantic denial of kisseswhose burn has long since left you coldSo you melt into the smooth nightas the mountains make you stumbleand ghosts make you shiverin the vulnerable invincibilityof being true..."