regrets

I sang a song, a melody
of love and chance and time.
and hoped that on the ferris wheel
of death you would be mine.
i'd lie upon your gravestone with
a smile I couldn't hide
and whisper to the darkness of
a trick I'd never tried.
it's promises and broken wings
and hope of quick salvation,
it's consequence and relevance and
fear of cold damnation.
it's acid tongue and spinning head
and laughter going flat.
one eye on the ceiling back to front and
front to back.

I sang a song, a melody
of every broken dream.
I tore them up in pieces and they
turned to boiling steam.
like hot air burns your hand they left
a scar upon my palm.
a little pile of paper and a hanging broken arm.

the rollercoaster's stopping but
I didn't loop the loop.
it's fear of what I didn't do
that causes me to stoop.
I try to hang my head to hide, to lie upon the dead
forget the sight of eyes so blue,
of blood that isn't red.