Simple Life

Falling stars crash and burn beautifully onto the plasma surface.

ancient times weave a book of tales known steadily with pain and sorrow

silent kisses paint a portrait simple, elegant, magically of heating passions

tears fall steadily, warm, acid like down her perfect touchless face

knives stab silently into her bleeding her of love and memories

never, never, screams fill the hollow corridor with emptiness and shame

falling airlessly the ballerina picks up the silk scarf to end the life given

red, burgundy, siren, colors flow a river down the candle lit stage

broadned shoulders she leans on to save strength, energy to say

I love you, whispering silky words into the ear of the boy she loves.

his tears blend into hers, rushing her life is but a thread left at fate's door

a touch, taste, simple breath means the end of this sorrow filled world

wake up dancer he speaks, love is here, bring fate into your guided light.