the girl who rises to meet him

and i pause on this one every time...

you at the mic
an almost smile
that boyish smirk
a damaged girl holds the camera
and when you look at her, she can't stop shining

i've always told you that you came at my most broken moment
for so long i thought you were poison wrapped up in a sweetness that could only momentarily medicate
for so long i wanted to take back the first time i heard you make music
for so long you were a sizzling gash in the side of my soul
spilling out my freedom, spilling out my innocence into sewage grates

i screamed at you to come and play my games
but you just did not know how
and i was left alone with only the chanting in my head
the echoes of dread, a groaning that only the dead understood

i pinned upon your body theories of dysfunction and female complex
i nailed to your hands bleeding hearts and girlhood broken dreams
i peeled and stripped
i tore and ripped
until you looked just like me.......


i knew that with every thrilling breath, we were dying
we danced to a rhythm that began to rot us
and with decaying eyes we searched each other for truth

the light hits my eyes and i can scarcely believe what i see, what i now look back on...

we bled and it rained
we ran hand in hand on the shores of tragedy
we loved fiercely
we fought doggedly
we died finally