Dragon's Breath

'It might be our last day', they mockingly say,
not believing the words they were just so quick to say.
That left a terrible picture in my pessimistic head.

They laugh with joy as the dragons smoke
deteriorates my lungs leaving me speechless,
yet undead.

I grin as the black night turns red,
as they look into my eyes deteriorating not their lungs,
but their spirits inside.

So much unexplainable love overflows
from the God given fountain,
that they come to drink so frequently out of.
It never stops flowing,
I must keep those smiles going,
its my dream that Im now finally living.

So drink and be merry,
and go on in glee,
get drunk off of the love Im terrifyingly giving.

The music from the mysterious pit
remind me of the clock that ticks
this time away,
and yet at the same time the clock wont stop reminding me
that the music and this time of adolescence is still playing my way.

Maybe if I take just a little sip of that poison
Ill be better kept,
maybe if I took a little puff of that acid Ill forget
all those days I regretfully wept.

Im only kidding,
I wouldnt be caught in such acts,
but that doesnt mean my mind didnt stop to think of
the possibilities and deceiving power in such habits as that.

Where has this innocent world of ours gone?
I wonder if the spiritual battle of ours will be won?

Though those bags below your beautiful eyes
sink a little lower,
and though your feelings progress just that much slower,
my mothers lullaby now sings me to peaceful sleep,
with even more hope then ever of this war not ending in defeat.

I go on now with the smile in my eyes reaching its peak,
even though I look at your imperfectness for the first time clearly.

Now that is a miracle from above,
against all odds,
Im happy with an even better chance at love.