and here i stand
                                                                     (not so alone)
mere steps from the edge
                                                                     (on the brink of indecision)
a free one way ticket
                                                                     (nonstop, express)
to view this cityscape
                                                                     (a sight so majestic and cruel)
through the eyes of a raindrop
                                                                     (tears for this empty soul)
spilt from the tumultuous sky
                                                                     (a war rages in the heavens)
inverted in this fragile sphere
                                                                     (forged in this silent storm)
i see the window lights
                                                                     (worlds separated by glass panes)
in grey man-made spires
                                                                     (monuments to a false god)
flash by faster and faster
                                                                     (streaking to a single blur)
film on a reel - stuttering
                                                                     (burning up in acrid smoke)
to the end of the roll
                                                                     (over before the plot resolved)

                                             crack

back to the present
                                                                     (an unfortunate turn of events)
my hollow gaze lifts to you
                                                                     (where there once was love)
my windblown angel
                                                                     (my treacherous beauty)                                                                      
- with hands on my back
                                                                     (so eager in their placement)
as my lips wait impatiently
                                                                     (forever seems so short)
for your kiss to seal my fate
                                                                     (your mouth tastes of death)