Soon

Torn fabric
Bleeding skin
Metal twisted fireball.
And in the second between
Life and death
He sees heaven.

She drips crimson
down her finger tips
Watches the pool form
under her hands.
She doesn't feel pain
This is her salvation

He climbs upon
A wooden chair
On a ladder to the gods.
And as he swings
His neck embraced
And sees heaven through his tears.....

 The pain flows
Down tired veins
And drifts away
In the clouds tonight.
And as I sleep a thousand years
I fade into the night.

-guy tetro
11-9-04