Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
You hear it. Call it a heartbeat, it's a clock. A clock for your body and soul. Isn't it fascinating? Each passing moment you slip farther and farther out of time and space - burning like a cindered log. You are nothing but a walking flame, burning yourself out. This is what I revel in; such fascinating observations of the frailty betwixt life and death. How poetic while still so incredibly scientific. A threshold amid the biggest door of them all. The one way door.
I apologize for my... passion for the subject. As I said, this is what I revel in. It was my life. Was. I am dying, and not in the gradual means of si
Dance,
Like the world is burning down,
Because it really is,
You've got embers in your hair,
And damn you look sexy~
Sing,
Like the sky is turning dark,
Because it really is,
You've got sanguine on your face,
And damn you look shiny~
Cry,
Like time is slowing down,
Because it really is,
You've got tears caught in your throat,
And damn you sound dirty~
Love,
Like the stars are growing dim,
Because they really are,
You've got a word stuck in your heart,
And damn you feel good~
Granite clad tender things,
Come rocketing down my day,
Rain hits with the force of lightning,
Right into the fray,
Angels play the metal,
And demons sing the blues,
And it's getting harder to paint the picture when you're stealing all my hues.
I don't want a party, I want a chance to rest!
I don't want to wreck my chances, but I still want the best!
My arms are barely moving, but still I feel the sweat,
I'm plunged down in the driest desert and still my eyes are wet.
Emotions,
Ringing through the halls like a brand new single,
Wrapping paper, bows and ribbons,
Hey, they're just for you~
And the more thought I put towards it,