The music played with a calming frequency.
The speakers gently seeped the sound of ambient keyboards and light percussion,
Creating a seductive soundtrack to our midnight drive through curtains of blackness.
The windows were cold to the touch,
Reflecting the icy conditions in our immediate extremity.
Salt stains and fingerprints littered the glass,
And streaks of melting snow cascaded down its length.
The music pulsed louder, yet gentle,
Like the far away squeal of a pot of boiling water.
The skyline was glowing faintly with vague hints of an impending dawn.
The car raced along a painfully straight stretch of road,
And she hadn't so much as turned the steering wheel two degrees in the last twenty minutes
Nor had we spoken.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
They'll remember, only our smiles 'cause that's all they've seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
[Spoken:]
"Why are you doing this?" she spoke as if not expecting a response.
Her voice penetrated the still air of our speechless drive,
So suddenly that my heart had jumped.
"I'm not doing anything," I said, but I didn't even believe that myself.
"This is what's best, for me, for you, for us," or maybe just for me I thought,
As a tear formed in the pit of her eye.
The music poured through the speakers and we were losing ourselves in the cadence.
She looked down momentarily and closed her eyes for a bit longer than a standard blink.
Then she was crying. Then she was shouting. Then I was shouting,
Now pouring confessions, having no answers, or solutions,
We barely even knew the questions.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
They'll remember, only our smiles 'cause that's all they've seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
Don't put me underground, I was meant for a life somewhere else.
Please, love, give me the wheel, before both of our hearts you
Will steal tonight (will steal tonight).
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
Don't remember, only your smiles 'cause that's all they've seen.
Long since dried, when we are found, are the tears in which we had drowned.
As we were, so perfect, so happy.
[Spoken:]
Our cracking voices became part of the music.
The car pressed on faster through the night. As our voices lowered,
The cadence again overtook the air.
Up ahead there was a curve approaching.
She made no indications of slowing. Rise against - the approaching curve
Lyrics
Of all the picturesque paintings, a shawdow lurks
Sitting, watching
The falling of white petals,
this one occasion of joy
where lovers profess
their love
The celestial piano begins
an intro to this ballad
this new beginning of Minerva
the end to her past
This fairytale ending
lo the fog machine breathes
this ending of aforesaid happily ever after
(deny forswear under oath)
as the priest begins
The ceremony ends,
applause, well wishes, hugs and kisses
as she walks back down the aisle
smiling in this occasion of joy
(alone, despair, this final ray of hope gone)
In this dressing room
Minerva smiles
that luscious, seductive, red lips of hers
oh doth she looks stunning
Her smile, of pure innocent joy
(destroys, corrupt, as i come crashing)
smiling to her past
as though a final goodbye
that past of dear Minerva
this perfect past of mine
.....
Beneath those red heels, the devils plotting
Oh yes we fall down on our knees
but do we really?
The absolute control they feel
and the scoffs and snickers they've had
at the power they have
is it reality?
Who has the last laugh we question?
or are we just as foolish and ignorant
are we weak and soft
because beauty is but a vice
we are all superficial creatures no doubt
and so are they
because under these heels, polishing
and then coloring what we want
absconding with bits and pieces of
what may-be soul
for all these twists and turns
and false cycle of illusionary power
who eventually gains
who eventually loses
segregation has no qualms
the line blurred
the upper-hand is no longer determined
by the surfacial
but by the twisted soul that resides within
which pleasures in the falling
the writhing and the demise
of the suffering
because only the master puppeteer
fully controls
the puppets puppetry
Enshroud this Tyranny
All these absurdities
as time wanes
like how a lollipop
spirals
All around here darkness
darkness breathes this soul that is empty
the crushing waves of silence
maybe
Nihilism in this black oblivion
Crinkled pieces of paper
dissolving in this sea of
facades
Of the everyday
like a common brick in the wall
and the in-sinuous snicker
oft
This wall stands crumbling
that bench cold
and the painting
living
Damnation condemns thee to hell (or so they say)
Maybe What she said was right
Maybe that paper folded were but ashes
Maybe that slit across the palm
Maybe its good to be evil
Maybe without Darkness there would be no light
Maybe beyond salvation
Maybe thy lips were sewn
Maybe when you sleep
Maybe Purgatory
Maybe the sign of damnation
Maybe the sandman comes
Maybe is nothing but purge
Maybe emptiness
Maybe to repossess
Maybe to scream through other ways
For thy lips were sewn
and when you sleep
they repossess
maybe therefore condemned
