It won't be long
until I'm somewhere beautiful,
green, serene,
with clouds hovering
in front of my eyes to hide
phospherous tears.
It won't be long
until my eyes fade,
clean, gleam,
with speckled fireworks
bursting like life
in the midnight
of my pupils.
It's not far,
it won't be long,
I can feel it on the horizon.
I can feel the spark, the life,
the igniting sense of betrayal
warming me,
making me new again.