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We held hands on the last night on earth
Our mouths filled with dust.
We kissed under the trees
And in the fields
Screaming like dogs,
Bleeding dark into leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town
But we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.
So we walk through the waste
Where the road curved into the sea.
And the shattered seasons lay
And the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease
In our cancer of passion you said
"Death is a midnight runner."
The sky came crashing down
Like the news of an intimate suicide
We picked up the shards
And formed them into shapes of stars
That wore like an antique wedding dress.
The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn
As the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.
The few insects skittered away
In hopes of a better pastime
I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked
If you would accompany me in a quick fall
But you made me realize
That my ticket wasn't good for two...
I rode alone.
You said the cinders are falling like snow.
There is poetry in despair
And we sang with unrivaled beauty.
Bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence
Of blue and grey.
Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names In the flesh of the city.
The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon
And the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.
Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,
And somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched
Into the earth like a message.
