Every moment would be fractured
Skewed, malignant, only after
Love and plenty drew them nearer
To the ending of her nightmares.
Weeping widow
Eyes of blue
Considers well the end of you
But children lie with sleepy cries
And her heart still aches, too.
With all their might
They'll push on through
To find the solution that's right
To impossible dreams and
Impossible bleeds and
Impossible themes of the night.
His heart stopped.
The world.
Stopped.
There. In the hospital bed.
Gone.
Weeping widow,
Children too,
All left to a shivering world
Their hands were cold
But his were colder
Than the snowy Christmas dawn.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
Every moment would be fractured
Skewed, malignant, only after
Love and plenty drew them nearer
To the ending of her nightmares.
Weeping widow
Eyes of blue
Considers well the end of you
But children lie with sleepy cries
And her heart still aches, too.
With all their might
They'll push on through
To find the solution that's right
To impossible dreams and
Impossible bleeds and
Impossible themes of the night.
His heart stopped.
The world.
Stopped.
There. In the hospital bed.
Gone.
Weeping widow,
Children too,
All left to a shivering world
Their hands were cold
But his were colder
Than the snowy Christmas dawn.
