My Last Song was For You ( so when the wreckage settles, find me here)
I was the lost ship. A broken hull, a compass cracked. With my brittle splintered ways, torn into the heart of the tempest. Counting my breath, chest against the deck, the salt forming crystals, giving me a shape, shaping me into a miserable form. Then I happened to see, a glimmer in the sea. Was that a diamond underneath, or the metal ribcage of the sunken sea? The icy wind coils around my throat, sinking its bloody brutalness into my breath, clawing my chest. The frosty knife skinning me bare. And my eyes rose, devastatingly slow, And.. it was the star, that burning into the heart of the caged grief. Scorching onto the ribs like a forgotten spirit. Oh how hypnotic, how pure, how bright, A star closer than the sun, fiercer than the ways of the heaven-feared Gods. A star too sacred even for the heavens' glory throne. And I sing, and sing and sing with my throat stabbed cold, serenading my rusted hymn under the burning lig...
