Swoon

I drop you.

Instead of hitting the water. You hit the concrete. You are falling for an eternity. You are falling still. Not towards the water, but towards the concrete.

I shatter when you hit the ground. You bounce off. I shatter and you bruise.
The subject of wounds and spilt blood are like a black hole that my heart can't escape from.
And I cry. And I cry out:
Oh save me from black hole.

Oh would you save us from this black hole.

We ask how to avoid the fight and they all take flight.
We the freaks, the scoundrels, the shakers, the burners-never asked for cutting to be an only quick fix.

They wont help us, because they cant stop us. They cant catch you.
And I think about you falling all night long. And hearing your fucking voice only pulls me deeper still.

Your falling and I can't move fast enough to catch you. I'm falling and everyone is watching me. Just watching waiting for the climax, waiting for me to finally shatter.

All the children claim to be loyal to the bone. But I don't hear their voices when I go home.
But I'm not surprised that the world is only made of liars.

When blood and gore is all you see, do you in fact miss reality?

When all you have are prayers and imaginary fires, are you missing reality?