A drop of purple in the pool of black
Felt merciful, cut white some slack
My feet moved fast to a slow song.
Hopes and Wings, are supposed to break
The butterflies are dead, let’s cut a cake!
Around my neck I put a noose.
Dancing hard, chasing a wild goose,
Till all the strings break
Just like my heart.
A symphony’s been playing ever since
Like a love song on the radio
They said it’s good for my cardio
But I beg to differ darling
Cuz it only left my senses burning
For the rhapsody of your touch.
Consuming these synthetic emotions of amour
I hum a broken melody
Of the irony of love and its parody
Waiting for the end to come.
And perhaps it came too soon
For no one saw the next full moon
As I sat there bathing myself in blood.
This pain in my heart left me screaming
But when I looked up my eyes were beaming
Laughing in the face of death.
My fingers strummed a tune of apocalypse
A prophetic revelation of a cataclysmic abyss
Savoring the last dance in each other’s arms
Watching the never-ending snow globe of a fleeting us.