You're a dark
             broken
             city.
Smoke trailing over a
damaged shoulder

When we dreamt
in our flying inspirations
on the doorstep of tomorrow
"I    d r e a m t    of you."

Because you're a bleached peice of paper
    cut into a jagged little shape
    stuffed into a train carriage
and taken away from me.

"You should have seen her,
It was like a memory
of something that might have been better
     than here...
     or anywhere."

I love an echo.
    silent vibrations
    in a dark city
of a girl.

It was a slow countdown
   to the birth
   which turned out to be
   a silent embryo of a dream
that burst into a nightmare.

I shake with hypothermia
                  and the warmth you stole away.
Memories shatter without dignity
like the people I once knew.

I breathe for you,
I keep breathing
For a chance of something better than here.

You're like newsprint
stained on fingertips
And I love you...
       I always will.