sinking.

catefrances

deny the beauty and the world turns ugly
a house of cards tumbling to the ground
loneliness the exposed throat begging for the blade
unshuttered and distracted
played out in your mind
compromised while you slept
you think that you're above it all
no shadows to obscure the path
dead eyes see no future
and your pretty face is going to hell
as the second hand stops between the never and the now
the view is amazing where the spaces in between
are full of white doves and smoking guns
the moon is down from first to last
and easy wishes call for a deep dark sadness
that's neither good nor bad
but just exists like so many snowflakes falling from the sky
and as we dance among the ashes of the wake
you wonder why build bridges when you can burn them.