Distant, sharp-tongued and forever drifting away from his
former glory, drenched in shadows and daggers. And while
my gem-encrusted sword can cut through every foe I face,
it can't slice apart the agony and pain settling in the
pit of my heart when I hear a short sigh after silence.
I know that I've let him down, I know that I've left him
dry, but I keep holding my hand out for something- some
one- that will save my sanity and draw flowers where my
soul has fallen, died, and left the world bereft of song.
She holds the weight of the world on her shoulders, the
tremble of her lip so easily caught in my sideways glance.
And while I ask her infinite questions, and she accepts my
innocent ignorance with a smile, I can't help but feel she
wishes for us to be what we think we are.. family. She
clenches her hands into my mental frame, and graces me with
thoughts of serenity. She is the beast, but she is calm.
Frighteningly calm, but plays her instrument with emotion
so raw I feel humbled by the presence of her music alone.
I sit alone, tracing a finger along roads on a map to a
place I once knew, though I haven't been there in so long.
My memory deludes me, curses me, and fails to bring a grin
to my face as it used to.. back when queens ruled and kings
were strong-willed and soft-hearted at the same time, and
while reality no longer spins like a record for me, it
still ticks on and on without fault, but without rhythm.
It's because of me, I've decided, that auburn now sears
pain instead of love; because no one would fall for me from
the stars as they've pushed me up too far to be on solid
ground
anymore.
