With or without you, I will stay,
Won't go far, from this hostage situation
Involving you and my heart.
One way or another we will fall apart,
Ripped astray by speeding cylinders of metal from unseen shooters.
We don't see them, but their severing bullets blast our way,
With splinters of shattered glass, from the two way mirrors
Encasing ourselves, our hearts, from the outside world.
Upon the bloodied ground, we will lie,
Basking in the ruddy warmth,
Lapping and nursing our wounds, then
From the goulash of shredded, punctured flesh and bones,
We will rise again,
To relive everything we used to be, and should have been,
Because now, we are, and will forever be.
Monday, September 18, 2006