In the backseat / of a skeletal car
On the desert sand / lit by burning stars
The moon bleeds down / the darkest purple sky
And I stare into eternity / though the dark of your eyes
I’m bleeding! And you’re a bandage
The land is dead / we’re the only ones alive
For when the land was living / we were the first to die
The wind howls eerie / as it blows though bare trees
You are steady as stone / I shake like a leaf
I’m bleeding! And you’re a bandage
I want you but can’t speak / you’ll know by the tremble of my lip
So you pull me a little closer / and I tighten my grip
The world melts away / time and matter find an end
I close my eyes then feel your lips / and my heart beats again
I’m bleeding...
And if you’re a bandage / then I’m the wound, baby
Our faces so close / yours light mine shady
When you’re here I won’t cry / and if you go away
I’ll still be the wound / but you’ll be the blade
© 2006 monalisamarie
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