Midnight Avenue
A GW Poem by Chustang
Don't reach out to me
I might forget and let go
Forgive me if I break the wings you thought angels needed
If I'm an angel, I fell long ago
My dog tags are rusting so don't look them over
You won't find a name; letters engraved to nothing
I've never seen past the eyes of a soldier
Don't reach out, my wings will lock up again
The sky's embrace, the fire's heat, the star's silence
I'm crying the soldier's way as I stand at this fence
Too much to handle is wiping me out
Yet I'm tied with spider silk and I'm beginning to count
me out
The night air, the midnight lamp glow, and moonlight
An endless waltz on tragic air
You're staring at the mystery, drinking the breeze
and a song that plays the only piece of glass I broke
Life strikes the faithful soldier before he can't dream
I'm standing at the fence, and I don't wait for
the rest
Shadow wandering
The feel of war animosity no longer leaves a mess
They can't wonder
They only wander
the perfect soldier's grave no longer
Leaning on shallow is drawing me rough
No one is listening to what stares them down
Changing the waiting game to the razor edge name
As I stagger and look to discover newfound
causalities in the ashes I have to burn
And the gate swings open; the latch has broken
Roses are pricked, renegades are turned, yet why
must I feel it when I
go and lay your
mind in a grave of laughing guilt
I've met the maker and cannot quit
The hinges have died; no one has seen it break
Anyway it'd be too late
I'm losing my soul to my soul mate, and might I mention
You're late
I've been waiting
Destiny has been fading, stars are caving
into charades of genuine shading
Can't fare on cold when I'm iced over
Can't drown it in the shower
I walk out to the street in the dead of night
I've lost cuz I've won the fight
I've seen you here once in a while
Midnight Avenue is never to dark to hide
...the breakdowns