Every beat of my heart ;

16:13, In my dreams, the dead are color-coded.

Monday, 28 November 2011

the other day i told myself i would always remember your eyes.
soft around the edges,
and the corners don't lift even when you smile.
now i'm not sure if they are still so kind.

the nightmares are returning, every night someone different dies
i see them vanish in nicotine clouds that turn sapphire ice with the screams of someone else.
and as always the scream grows a face and echoes off the walls.
the corner is full of them, these dying rainbowed shells.
you see,
ruby is for the people closest to my heart.
silver honors the betrayed,
emerald thanks the acquaintances,
marigold kisses the faces I remember but whose names I no longer know.
amethyst shames the ones who gave up,
onyx to haunt the vicious shadows that die with them.
i don't remember when i first learnt to coax myself out of sleep, but
it must have been
such a very long time ago.
now on quiet mornings just before i wake,
i can hear the rain before it falls.

Fake motherfuckers' envy make you wanna squeeze your Glock till it's empty,
I'm already standing on the edge so don't tempt me.