A Fatal Choice and Blow

How many times have I crossed the bridge

without realising I’d stepped a million steps

And I dive into the black ink below

Just to feel a million knives pierce through my skin

 

Just to feel that I’m actually still alive

The blood rushing through the bluest of my veins

Just to feel that I am breathing

and my heart is pumping blood into my brain

 

Stumbling in the dark without a moment to hold onto

A hole in my soul from a fatal choice and blow

I curse the church in which time stood still and I did see you

Blue eyes and you engulfed me like you never did care to know

 

Oh to feel that I’m more than a grey figure in your background

Oh to know that the blades pierced your skin and made you bleed

Oh to feel the warmth of the kisses you spilled upon my face

And my heart pumping blood and feeding my every need

 

Just to feel that I’m actually still alive

The blood rushing through the bluest of my veins

Just to feel that I am breathing

and my heart is pumping blood into my brain

 

19.05.09

(C) Diosa