You will be the ashes on the floor,
the broken leaves abandoned on the ground,
the dirt left by the door.
You’ll be a bridge I got to burn.
You will be the blood dripping from my veins,
the tears I wipe away,
the pain I try to hide in vain.
You’re just a bridge I got the burn.
Floating in a sea of red,
all I want is to see -
to see more intention,
to see more passion,
to see more extermination.
You are just a bridge I got to burn.
You are the doll I locked away,
the witch dying on the stake,
the wall we got to break.
You are a bridge I got to burn.
Simply-
burn.
burn.
burn.
You are just a bridge I got to burn.
~ April 14, 2011
No comments:
Post a Comment