Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Fire at Crimson Lake

Open casket, burning coals.
All the medals that you won have been sold.
Sure enough we lost the whole.
Our fire was extinguished by the cold.

Open window, broken home.
Are you turning insides out? Are you turning cold yourself?
Sure enough we're left alone.
Take my picture off your shelf.
I am holier without you.

Open meadow, crimson lake.
"Drift away until you see them pearly gates."
Sure enough you will soon wake.
You'll wake up to a fiery grave.
I'll enjoy the world we made without you.
As you dance amongst the flames,
I'll enjoy the world I've made without you.

- afm

1 comment:

JKR said...

This is what happens when you try to write a not sad song.

Fail. But, win. <3