Sunday, August 16, 2009

The Pulmonary Artery (Riddle Me This)

Comets sail with tails on fire,
Eyes smoldering, my heart's for hire.
I'm searching for the stars, I'm flailing in the sky.
I'm looking for the reason why you said goodbye.

My soul is growing dim, my lungs are void of air.
The night fades to black, fading into despair.

I'm clawing at the clouds, I've scarred the galaxy.
These hands are weapons, the damage has been done.
So take aim at the pulmonary artery,
And let the white light find you here.

Weary, aching, heavy feet.
Lay my burdened head to sleep.
Let the night blanket the sun, at least until after you're gone.
I don't wanna wake up.

Your face has worn the adornment of nations.
Your voice is strained, the ground shakes.
You won't be missed anymore.

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