Oh darling, pale as a porcelain doll you lay
Lost in a bed of rock and dancing dust,
Dressed in dripping rubies that shine
So red in the smoke of raining fire.
How sad is your smile forever frozen in time,
Your lips dipped in false wine
And your skin painted with the stains of life
Running down the withered petal
Of your ash-powdered cheek like honey.
I can still hear your songful words,
The timber of your voice with its sweet echo
Over the ringing wails of sirens and the dull bass
Of tumbling concrete against gray asphalt.
I can still see you through the clouds,
Hidden in the fog of dim embers
And buried in the crumbling forest
Of burning steel and shattered glass.
I can still feel your gentle hands,
Their ghost against my back as I stumble,
Urging me forward with the thunderous wind
Of shrieking jets that soar overhead.
The world spins and spins,
Narrows in
As the skies bleed black and
Our child, with the mirror of your features,
And now your fear and desperate tears,
Stands trembling in the decaying rot
Of melting flesh and broken homes.
A piercing cry, a racing heart, a reaching arm;
It all blurs together as the earth shudders with a
Boom
And shadows bloom from the darkness
falling
falling
falling
Down as everything caves in, then falls apart.
A small hand still reaching from fragmented graves,
So very limp at my feet, haunts me with horror and sorrow,
And so I shut my eyes to escape these neverending ruins,
Dreaming of us as I wait for eternal silence to fall, fall, fal—……
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