Cut the wick down to the length of your temper.
Tick Tick
Count how long it takes until you fall,
my smoldering Icarus.
Acrid phosphorous on my hands,
did your wings fail you, or was it your heart?
Quick, run, flee,
your tears pulling your face closer to the earth,
to me.
Plead to me, I want to see you on your knees.
Bruised and homesick, I want to love you
back to health and happiness.
Were you lying when you whispered in my ear,
what made the night so sweet.
You fell from God's eyes
and seduced the moon with my hand in yours,
the sun and stars burning with envy.
They scarred you on your way down,
scorned you on your return,
said it was my fault.
The smell of me in your hair and hands,
oh, they just couldn't stand it.
I miss your scars and how they glistened,
but you're too far way to touch.
All I wanted was to keep you close to me,
you didn't have to run away.
I had to set you ablaze
to keep you from using your wings,
a masterpiece behind glass.
I made them, stitched and sucked my fingers dry
for every single feather I wouldn't let you use.
Finally, I destroyed their potential in order
to keep my heart pumping and blood coursing.
Why don't you love me still?
I saved you, me, us, ours.
But all you want is the warmth to kiss your face;
the moon just won't do.
Plead to me, I want to see you on your knees.
The moon just won't do.
Quick, run, flee,
your tears pulling your face closer to the earth,
to me.
