Disclaimer: I own the poem.
A/N: This poem sucks. But I wrote it. And I suck. So, it all works out. Have a nice day.
Meet me on a cloud
I'll transport you
I'll be in touch
Your touch
My touch
Leave everyone behind
I want only you
Not even wine and roses
Your precious drops of blood will collapse on me
But if they couldn't I would die for you and them.
I think
As I gaze into the water of death
The looking glass of demise
Calm, yet angry
Seductive, yet tranquil
Powerful, yet graceful
Peaceful, yet bellicose
I slowly realize that I've long been dead
Vanished into the midst of time
Look around
No one really cares
No one really knows
So what will one more death be?
Look around
No one will know
No one will care
You can meet me on a cloud
Though
And help me drink away my fears
Help me keep down all my tears
That I have cried for you
Because I have cried and bled and drowned for you
But you're an image lost
Your impression splashes onto my page of effort
Your face is as lucid as a stranded shell
But its softness dies
In the cautioned whimper of a starboard marker
Staggering on the pieces of effects
That are extended across the echoes
Of what you've done to me.
But each breaker's humid, pallid edge is
Pillowed by the shocks and
Reverberated by the murmur of my accent
Which will always and forever be saying your name.
And I want nothing more
Than to repeat your name again
And again
But I can't reiterate my statements evermore...
So just meet me on a cloud
Because my time here is through
I grasp my therapy in my bloody hand
But even then,
Your impression ripples in my intellect
To attempt to pleasure me
Out and again
I fight your face
And hastily consign the barrel
The sun goes along
I feel nothing but the open wounds of my past
I am completely torn from the inside out
All of the dreams I've ever had have been ripped apart
Right in front of me
My heart's been smashed into pieces
By you
And I have nothing else to live for
So I slide into my aura of purpose and lament
I cannot forget what I've come here to do
Therefore I drag the cure closer
Through the heavy air surrounding me
The last thing I think of is you
And how you betrayed me
"I love you," I say as I pull the set off.
I taste blood.
I see black.
Goodbye
