by Jack Merridew

Created on: April 08, 2011   Last Updated: June 20, 2011

"Bleeds Dreams"

The hazards of swallowing a double-edged sword
Make our paths to the morgue all the more absurd
An arrow shot with a pull-back rope
All we touch is gasoline soaked

You bent so kindly to lift me up
I clothed your arm in fire
I torched the bridge of reasoning
That once spanned the stream of desire
Many flames burn so hot, they melt a hole in time
Mine was so, and though I knew it not, I left a warning sign:
"The reaper asks, though you are moving fast,
you mind the checkered line."

A rush of leaves, it's autumn
When the decay becomes evidence
The leaves reattach themselves to their places on the branch
Living life, hating death: A cyclical romance.

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