It takes a thousand tons of concrete
And blueprints abound
To erect the perfect building.
And just the snap of a beam
To bring it all down.
It is killing her... killing her
To points of guilt absorption.
But please release the sacrifice,
For it is mine alone.
To deal with inside the context
Of a blackened heart.
And so these words are invalidated
As my lips part.
Crumbled at the touch
Of your truest palms...
And now the storm
Is eerily calm.
Resting on the ocean bed
Like a song on pause:
As soon as it is unleashed
We will feel Sincerity's heat
Accomodate her downpour
Onto our sullied streets...
A cleansing
For the toxic sheets
Knocked off their clotheslines
Into fetal heaps.
Crumpled at the power
Of Beauty...
And now I will sing
Through pupils.
Tears which I don't deserve
Will dance themselves absurd
Upon my cheeks
And I will sit against the corner wall
Re-thinking fresh regrets
And finding loopholes
To insert her
Back into my stolen breath...
Don't know how true these words are
In the light of what I lied.
But at least, dear God
I tried...
I... only... wish...
She never... had to... cry...