Blunt Force Trauma

The bruised sky
calls me up
In this getup
i'll make such
a beautiful corpse
I had so much
depending on you

Walking across the bridge
people honk at possibility
of a destructive danger
It would be incosiderate
to give them the pleasure
of blunt force trauma
what little is left in me
will touch his robes

Heaven is just beyond my reach
if I can only stretch a little further

I am beckoned
homeward bound
In these boots
in this black
I fade into the dark
muscles and joints
working perfectly

I climb toward my creator
I need something to hold
This concept is more real
than your solid body
I haven't slipped once
in his loving embrace
On this empty platform
take me once more

Dearest Lord, Hold me now
I can't find you in this place

I find the skies, black and blue
And for a moment
I catch the vision of your facade
I lift my heels, and open my arms
This unconcsious need
Has brought me nothing
But at this height
I cannot stand

a million monitors flash
like camera lights
memories shoving
against my shadowed flesh
plummeting
though the cold night
illuminated
by my documented life

as time blinks before my vision
I am recalling our last time

eleven o'clock
I am always alone
this tonight
Was the last straw
I hope you're safe
I hope you're warm
i'll never bother you again

And yet all these reminders
bring me back to you
with my last breath
your eyes are begging me
not to leave you now
without a spoken word
I collapse into nothingness
so the shock doesn't kill me

I wasn't prepared for tonight, but
some part of me is ready for this

with a crash
like a frozen slap
which doesn't speak
louder than the traffic
while i slip into stasis
my mind plays tricks on me
and I believe I am saved

there is a chilly sensation
a kind of liquid chunking
down into my chest
I question the normalcy
of something so right
with open eyes
I see nothing before me
For the moment, I am right.

The voices of angels sing
a choir sending me to sleep

in the void i see your face
those eyes begging me not
to leave you behind
but since my words never
got close enough to your heart
I ran out of drive
and now I am floating

the color of your eyes
pleading with me
in my mind
the spartan takes me
into my own dream
then everything fades
into a white that begs
for me to join in song

good bye my only love
sayonara my heart

I'm home Once more
Where I belong

this battered sky
is crisp and new
clouds underfoot
and I am crowned
in wings and gold
and given a task
for betterment

If I come back to earth
When I am supposed
to protect the ones
who can't go on like this
I will tell them all of my mistakes
so they have hands
to clasp onto
in their despair

Keep on living for love
This is why we struggle

In your darkest night
I'll be beside you
listening to your cries
warming your arms
as you wail out
all the frustration
that keeps us stone

Even if mine was never accepted
You have got to be worth it
Maybe yours will be kind enough
to see your confusion
to thrust out a hand to your soul
and take ahold of everything
that matters in this world
with the help of an angel of hope

© Heart Attack, Stacy Stratton, 2008