Soft Spoken with a Broken Jaw
I would rather sit in quiet and watch the birds fly by, than count the bones we break, dancing on the rib cages of the weaker. My gray eyes have lost all color for you, my dripping heart's strong red flow has lost all color for you, the gray sky above and the gray seas ahead, and the gray trees around, they've lost all color for you. Blood loss on white hospital bed sheets... the electrocardiograph monitor hums at me as we whisper deathlike goodbyes at eachother. I would cry while sitting in silence with you, but I'm afraid we would drown in my tears, our lungs filling up until we finally drifted through the sorrow in utter silence. My dreams stain the white tile floors, crimson splashes on the base of the walls. My bloody hair paints final portraits on the pillow, as the doctors hold my hand and assure me that I'm the lucky one. I'll close my eyes, and I'll dream in monochrome, because I want to see the glass feathers from beyond, smash as they hit the pavement of this silent city. I'll close my eyes, my face is no longer smiling... the black and the white, and even the gray I see... even the flowing hemorrhage within my skull couldn't leak a drop of color into my dreams, as I left this world incomplete.