It struck my chest like a train carriage,
and smashed my ribcage to dust
The last of my hopes held hostage
My very best hand, gone bust
Through the dark I see your eyes glinting
The deftness with which you aim
As all my universe is changing
All of yours just stays the same
Bare feet on the edge of the precipice
Beneath me, an ocean of glass
Is there any deed more gracious,
than being alone at your last?
But for you I'll save my last smile
My final act of defiance
This game was mine all the while
All great tragedies must end in violence
For every moment you daydream
Every time the wind blows your hair
When the world seems too extreme
In the background, I'll be there
Through time, you'll come to miss me
As metal begins to miss rust
I never thought I'd live to see
My very best hand, gone bust.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
It struck my chest like a train carriage,
and smashed my ribcage to dust
The last of my hopes held hostage
My very best hand, gone bust
Through the dark I see your eyes glinting
The deftness with which you aim
As all my universe is changing
All of yours just stays the same
Bare feet on the edge of the precipice
Beneath me, an ocean of glass
Is there any deed more gracious,
than being alone at your last?
But for you I'll save my last smile
My final act of defiance
This game was mine all the while
All great tragedies must end in violence
For every moment you daydream
Every time the wind blows your hair
When the world seems too extreme
In the background, I'll be there
Through time, you'll come to miss me
As metal begins to miss rust
I never thought I'd live to see
My very best hand, gone bust.
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