His hand, frozen but his dagger an iron tail
Unmatched spaces for a burning sunset
No words but cough and sigh
All that is ever wished
To inhale air of a meaning
That illustrates anatomy without broken bones
All that is ever done this afternoon
Escape from a poorly lit zone, she wanted
But his leg, numb of distaste for the sky
Only this instance
There is no running nor walking
Only falling from a land to below
Entering the gates of hell
Because all he ever wished is this
All she ever wished is that
But all that is ever done was his
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
His hand, frozen but his dagger an iron tail
Unmatched spaces for a burning sunset
No words but cough and sigh
All that is ever wished
To inhale air of a meaning
That illustrates anatomy without broken bones
All that is ever done this afternoon
Escape from a poorly lit zone, she wanted
But his leg, numb of distaste for the sky
Only this instance
There is no running nor walking
Only falling from a land to below
Entering the gates of hell
Because all he ever wished is this
All she ever wished is that
But all that is ever done was his
