Sleep Somehow

"Stay away", they said
As if anyone can escape their own destiny.
In the end we all walk the thin white line.
"what was it you wanted?", they said.
A touch. A single touch.
"That you dreamt of?"
Nothing more than the end of loneliness.
"Is that all?", They said.
Yes, that is all.
That is all.
Words, words, words...
They were never enough.
What use are they now?
Ah, but the music...
Love and constancy might be dead...
But the music lingers on...
Eternally. Immortal.
Time to open your eyes, Sweet love.
Time to fall.
Welcome to the place where butterflies come to die.
If we cannot fly, we should fall.
And the guilt shall wash over us...
And make us clean.
Immaculate...
Like petals...
Falling
Falling...
Down...
Yes, the music...
And the sweet madness of it all.
Good night, sweet love...
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.