April 19th, 2oo9

A singing, fearless, waste of space.
I dreamt I was drowning with you.
The bubbles of your song floated to the surface,
And played for the sky your last lamentation.

But we weren't really scared,
Just playing the parts assigned at birth;
Human to a fault,
With flaw and fear abound.

Secretly, we accepted death with open arms
Because there was nothing else.