.

i held the knife

they say that dead girls tell no tales
     silent spirits drifting heavenward
         lips bound with twine
     pursed and immovable
they say that dead girls tell no tales



     but they lie
for i saw you stand
bodyless
     and scream for justice
fists extended
accusing fingers
     indicating my soul
     buried beneath a heart of shale
flaking away
     remorse so long in coming

the tears that burn on empty cheeks
like the blood that ran so clear from your veins
     as you wept in silence
         while the words cut through your soul
splitting you in two
     sectioned and dissected
     soundless
         broken

and now your eyes burn into me
     fiery and motionless
silence your weapon of choice
sharp as the blade that severed the ties that bound us

     souls drifting disconnected

disembodied adoration
     a prayer for just one more chance
     rising in a dream
from the ashes of what once was
but there is no turning back




they say that dead girls tell no tales
     but they lied
         they lied



                     (i lied)






december 9, 2002
2:53 am