How I imagine you to be
Is the end of the world
Too terrible of a promise to believe.
I know
You will be a splash of ink on snow
Sizzling like the rain on a summer's stone
And the antithesis of me.
I fear
That I will fear you
As a fish might fear a drought
As a bird may loathe the lightening:
My curse is you.
You, who's love will strike me down.

How can you tell
Heaven from Hell
When it's an Angel leading you  
To the precipice?
When you've sold your soul
For wings to fly
And you seem to have a halo,
Are you an saint
Or are you a sinner,
And is your crown
Just a trick of the light?