Ashes Ashes We All Fall Down
she wandered through the darkness
a hole in her soul
she couldn't touch the blackness
so she kept it in a jar
all i ever wanted
was a perfect star
so she lifted it above her head
and proceeded to pour
the child of the sunlight
isn't welcome here
for the only thing i'd have to give
is my silver tear
but pleasure from a tile
is all he can endure
so we walked mile
and bought him his own whore
but wondering bout my life
is a trouble for me so
never have i been a wife
but i've been named the hoe
and if i wished to heaven now
for the life everlasting
i don't believe they'd know how
to stop me from my fasting
so if i wander in the dark
and call out secret names
a silent whistle is my hark
to put them all to shame
now listening to nothing breath
is my favorite toy
but if i do come back to leave
i know not of your joy
whispering a silent dance
to the little horse
never gave it much chance
to ask for my remorse
tangling a tainted sword
meddling with your head
putting in your mouth six words
'i wish that i was dead'
so taunt the wicked pricker bush
and never ask for more
over a ledge you do push
the captain until he's soar
nothing crying while i sit
but everything is fine
so pat him on the head then hit
my mother with some twine
today's asking for the gold
the grows inside your head
love is starting to grow mold
and tomorrow's dead
picking up the sword and blade
color me confused
i'd like to be any shade
as long as it's not used
forsworn a tight familiar glance
upon the crooked face
the fire in your eyes does dance
and takes me to a place
of honey and some salt of blue
you'd never see the same
for cutting up your eyes are you
of course you are to blame
but wandering in darkness black
of hypocrites and slaves
i never try to turn my back
when no one's there and waves
but as i sit here looking thin
i eat nothing in its place
you bleed from a cut of tin
never leave a trace
asking all that's unsaid
the things of blackened coal
never glance over head
for you'd see a hole
gaping in the place of me
wanting of some hate
before the asking of what you see
you r asking too late
eating all of nothing much
and crying for no more
quivering at loving touch
the jar overhead does pour
it makes me happy for the life
of everlasting sin
so u wonder why i'm not a wife
so it's not passed upon my kin
and lapping up the taste of air
you look a bit confused
so i say nothing for a dare
because i'm owned and used
helping spirits fight for death
they need to die so soon
but with every final breathe
they see the blackened moon
of which i cry for every night
to take me from this place
for the life i live isn't right
i have the forgotten face
of children old
who grew too fast
and begged to not be told
that their love would never last
(beyond the plated door
is a piece of glass
of which you do adore)
all they did was ask of nothing much
cept for brightly painted golden stones
that break at loving touch
an crease an fold wen talked to in tones
of hatred an deceit
for nothing is more scared
then pity at my feet
for both do love but have been paired
with others of their life
of which came from loving yolk
so neither will become a man until they take a wife
or so is said by angry folk
who talk in tainted slang
of bad people for their love
an the racist bell has rang
for all that live above
so loud that god has heard their hate
an took down the name
of the leading man, who now has the fate
of burning in his shame
so ending now my rampaged love
for now is the end
i walk to the edge of the cliff and look above
to see my one an only friend....
~Megz~
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