The Passport (1.2)
The passport is burning a hole down into my soul,
And melodies from true love past
haunts my memories
My fingers dance desperately
across the keys,
Searching for a ticket, God
almighty, please God please
Visions I see, supranatural
lovemaking long past here
Two souls entwined and shattering
Parading across the
television of my mind
I am tuning into some
demon rerun channels kind
Immaculate dreams unfulfilled in
space and time
Hopelessly I
fall into those sparkly flames again
My breath is growing
short and thin
My soul crushed
deep fatal and fine
I close my eyes and I’m falling back
Down the glowing chords of time
I'm falling
From a dark red sky
across the dusty hot plain
With my rifle and
pistol close at hand
Choking hot
sand in my lungs so fine
Canopy above me, slipping, drifting, languidly down
Sweet silver bullets humming all around
While my hands make this silken torn white wing fly
Watching helplessly as my comrades die
The land below is deadly empty
My loving brothers spitting glowing lead into my sky
I'm falling
I crush softly into
hard orange earth below my feet
The
impulse cleans my lungs of air
My spine feels the
crush of gods earth bare
Crack – Crack: Sweet silver bullets whiz by my hair
Crushing,
loving, bloody grass below my final fall
I grab for my rifle,
she is close and near
Cordite and
gun oil I smell all about round here
While a thousand
pilgrims fall all around me
I am
crossing gods final line
the dead and loving scream and cry
And cold
red blood runs across a land Of
lies
One ----
hard ---- knock
and I'm back
And the visions
of lives past fade away
But the impulse still cleans my lungs of air
And the burning in
my soul still smolders there
Fire is only seconds away,
this match is caressing me
Hopeless, I am falling
into those sparkly flames again
Fingers dancing
across a sterile keyboard plain
Searching for the
path that will take me where
My soul’s true love
awaits, alone alive and bare
My love, my dearest
love, don’t cry
Give me a few more
seconds, I'm almost there~