Its all right babe, im only bleeding

Pendulum blade swinging down

closer and closer to my sweating brow.

Sharp like flint and flashing bright,

with each pass it blocks the light.


A light from the sun I need and have loved for so long,

A light from the sun I cry for until every waking dawn.

This pendulum swings faster and quicker with each cross of mine eyes

each second is an exponential quickening of the beat that could be my demise.


And I bleed before the blade ever touches my skin,

I bleed before the light flashes on my quivering face again.

I think I should bleed for eternity just to begin to soothe my guilt and my lovely sun's pain.

I think I should be so lucky to burn up in the atmosphere of this perfect being's oblique plane


But that blade keeps coming down.

With Sounds of death all around.

Screams from a world I cant see echo off the walls

haunting my seconds like an wraith angry with natural laws.


I know the bell tolls for me and the immature goblin that comes out to protect.

I can see that all is gone that I used to know; but its okay because there is clear context.

I dream of trains that whisk me away to dance in fields of amber beneath a sky so blue.

I dream of faceless saviors to pull me from my dungeon and bathe me in the illume of my love so true.


I dream, I dream, I dream, and dream some more of how it was long ago.

Anything to keep me from thinking about the blade soon to slice my frontal lobe.

These dreams haunt more than soothe my pale body yearning for the bright nourishing flames of her fireflies.

For my sun is now a white dwarf, burnt up and unable and unwilling to cast its light to my hungry hazel eyes

.

I miss her so much: my nebula of eons familiar I dream.

And as the pendulum blade slices through my brain I scream.

The end is here, and I should have done so so so much more.

THE END is here, and I all have to show is a lifetime of sadness and of remorse