Sunday, October 9, 2011

Mars

Tracks ran up your arm
But the train was broken down
Tried to push your ribs back in
They'd come out when you fell down

Kissed your eyelids closed
In the open alley air
Heard the screaming sirens' sound
Your silence held my stare

They weren't coming for you
Not like you're going anywhere
Shadows drifted by your face
With a street lit blood-red glare

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