One step forward.
Seven steps back.
The train is still moving,
But it’s running off the tracks.
One stunning truth.
Twelve useless lies.
We can never be trusted
If we can’t even try.
One real friend
And another with a knife.
They’ll stab you in the back
To take away your life.
One more day
‘Til your life begins.
Live in the moment,
This isn’t a game you can win.
I promise,
that this was never fake.
Don’t you wish that I
was forgotten in the wake.
I promise,
to leave you behind.
I promise,
to turn my eyes blind.
I promise,
to break my own heart.
I promise,
to stop at the start.
Cross my heart,
Hope to die,
Stick a needle in my eye.
Cross your heart,
Prepare to die,
Stick a needle through your lie!
I promise,
to learn to breathe again.
The line I’ve walked
has reached an end.
I promise,
that you won’t feel.
I promise,
that your heart won’t heal.
I promise,
that you’re the reason why.
I promise,
that I can never lie.
Cross. Your. Heart.
A simple breath,
Take it in.
A glance sideways,
With a hidden grin.
A brush of hands,
A lifted heart,
Dreams can’t die,
Before they start.
You’re a nightmare,
Making my dreams come true.
You’re a fire,
So burn on through.
You’re the light in the tunnel,
But that might be the train.
You’re a stranger with open arms,
I’m glad you came.
It’s another life,
The one we lead.
Cherish it now,
Before it leaves.
With a brush of hands,
And a lifted heart.
Our dreams won’t die,
Though they may depart.
For, although in this day and age
in which life and death are questioned,
life and death still go on.
For even the smallest breath
and the most insignificant death,
will steal your marching son.
Every moment, of everyday,
As you wait hopelessly by the door
He marches, unblinking.
And his tears have all come and gone,
They drained them, smiling, it was done.
Empty thoughts worth thinking.
A thousand miles away
Or a single step out of line
All eyes shoot down.
They are trapped in a single frame
The camera and the gun are the same
Death is a clown.
Screeching tires stumble sideways
The car flips, once twice, three times.
The water fails to drain.
A struggled breath lingers
Shivering hands and fingers
Is he in love or in pain?
A sudden blow to the head
No stars, only music plays
A swollen, shifted skull.
Invisible drums, out of time
Twisted tongues, out of line
A hospital life, worn dull.
With a march,
A crash,
A hit,
Even if death cuts in,
Life waits for its next dance.
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