((Sung)) ...In the rain,
my love will melt away...
thunder-headin' clouds taunting happiness...
For the Spring,
he wraps his hands about my golden wrists...
He pulls me out of all my,
fallen-angel martyr ways,
and drags me down to my,
drownin' days... ((Spoken)) Your smiles smell like baby-faced flowers blooming under the stealth of a sweet,
Spring
rain. It's no wonder they corrupt my black soul. Where before I would,
jump over broken bridges
and dive without pretense to the depths of
black-water wells...
just to watch myself shatter as I hit the brick-bottom... See, I used to fall in love. I used to blind-fold my milk-chocolate eyes and fling myself over the precipice of trust,
backwards,
waiting for the strong arms of a silver-studded knight to catch me.
And then I would pick up every scattered piece of mica-memory
winking murderously at me from beneath my out-stretched and bleeding fingers,
storing them within the shadows that clung
to every rung
of my dislocated spinal chord...
My pain was a bridge to nowhere,
and my back was a rotting and twisted skeletal-stairway to heaven that never quite reached the top... I was constantly seeking...wandering...looking... ((Sung)) Searching for the key to his angel wings...
Fire brandished in his feathers...
Dive into the
pool
of love
within
his eyes...
I am falling...
and I fall...
endlessly... ((Spoken)) Hungry for love.
No -
Starving for it.
And yet,
every acidic tear drop set fire to the darkness that splayed itself just beyond the reach of my
flickering
halo
glow.
So every path was burned into oblivion.
Every clue that would have led me to the secrets lurking behind silhouetted kisses
and muffled "I love you"'s
floated down as the ashes and cinders of
flaming angel wings...
Falling in love had begun to deteriorate my innocence;
I thought I would never fly again. Every sip I took of it was poison to my heart.
Unconciously, whenever I tucked myself to sleep
inside fantasies and dreams,
I would scoop up the snowy coating of charred feathers from about my heels
and drink in the dryness
of infatuation. So yes,
I used to fall in love.
And I used to let my body wither in the sun for lack of it. But now, I'm drowning. You have molded me into your
brown-clay-in-a-riverbed kiss;
so as we dance around beneath Spring rain-clouds,
slipping on dew-sprinkled blades of emerald until we're forced to dive into those overflowing puddles of laughter and surging joy in eachother's eyes for lack of sure footing...
I have found that my wings no longer drag in the dust inside my shadows,
but propel me through steep waters.
I am
drowning,
yet I will not die.
I will grow gills and soak in the strange sensation of your pure words,
and remember that love is not a free-fall,
but a descent upwards to the sediment of one's own heart. ((Sung)) ...In the rain,
my love will melt away...
thunder-headin' clouds taunting happiness...
For the Spring,
he wraps his hands about my golden wrists...
He pulls me out of all my,
fallen-angel martyr ways,
and drags me down to my,
drownin' days... ((End))
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