Saturday, August 16, 2008

cut edge altitudes.

and in your darkest hour,
i'll come creeping up your skull,
to announce i am the master of nothing,

and in my brightest night,
you'll come weeping down my spine,
to announce you are the master of the world,

and in your darkest hour,
i'll come crawling up your neck,
to announce the beginning is the end is the now,

and my brightest night,
you'll hold my hand so tight,
and smile with tears in your eyes,
but your fingernails are cutting into my skin,

and blood races down my wrist,
as the sky laughs at us.