Phone Line's Burning

The phone line's crackling in the fire,
breaking up and falling down.
Can you hear it, darling?
The static's all around.

Space is everlasting,
you can taste it on your tongue.
Touch it, feel it, hold it...
too tired to be this young.

These lights are ever blinding,
colours melting into touch.
Taste the rainbow, hear the echo,
the world feels heavy and too much.

Phone line's burning in the distance,
reciever's falling down from our hands.
Letting go of the line connecting,
giving into world's demands.

The static's building to cresendo,
and I know you don't hear these sounds.
Darling, there's monsters in this chaos,
I can hear them all around.

Phone line's dead on both our ends,
can you see it in my face?
Boxes blacken in the fire,
belching out smoke stacks of lace.

**Lex, you inspired this one with one of your pieces..to the tomato..**