We were the birds flying into the sunset,
We were the flames that attracted moths
We were - the eye of the storm,
- the tale of the abyss
- the adventure of a lifetime
And the sorrow of some.
You were the red of the sun
The blue of the ocean
The white of a flame
The tint I can't explain
Because I saw only black,
- At least that's what you said.
I was the shackles that bound you
- the love that grew you
- the memory that killed you
and the flame that burnt you
I was, the salvation
that saved you.
Until we turned into broken shards
That bled of red;
Spoke of sins
that mingled into the wind;
We let the ocean wash our guilt
Into the never-ending pool
Of trash we fill.
The sun still rose -
The same shade of red
I paint my lips with;
It still shines softly on
your lonely silhouette on the cliff.
I see it caress your shoulder,
Like I did the day before.
I watch and count
the steps you take.
One bated breath,
one slight tumble.
It wasn't my fault.
I just watched you
Fall to your death.
The birds fly away
Right into the sun.
Like moths into flame.
Like,
me into you.
Like,
Me, after you.