Reapplication

Reapplication

Today, just a faceless hole.
Barbed-wire jaws smiling in my direction.
Smiling because it's the last time we must see
that face of yours.

We’ll wear white on your funeral.
We’ll wear white on your funeral.
And dance the night away.
In scarlet furies and dawn-blessed nights,
There is no stopping the annihilation
Or reason for dropping the bomb.

Words are useless now more than ever.
Ever than before.
Ever than before.
So smile; it’s your dying day.

We won’t go down without a grimace on your face.
The graves are dug,
Just empty holes in the ground with bullet shells.

What will it take to get you on the edge of your seat?
I can see right through you,
We can see right through you, now.
Yet we’ll dance the night away,
In prom-perfect hair
On your dying day.

We’ll wear high heels just to stomp out your face.
And we’ll take out the sin sticks,
Just to piss off your guests.
Because truth be told,
I never liked you anyway.

We’ll load on turquoise make-up
And act like hosts at the MAC counter,
Smudge our eyeliner
And lipstick. Making-out during
Your birthday party
While you’re cutting that birthday cake.

And how sad it must be
To say good-bye like this.
Blaring out your final breath
With music playing on my radio.

And in the end,
I’ll laugh the night away,
And dance the night away,
And act of out of place,
Because truth be told,
I never liked you anyway.


[Not very good, due to the off-flow, but still; I like it somewhat.]

That is pretty cool.
An interesting twist in it.

Didn't flow too well (but you pointed that out) but pretty much, I loved it You always write really strong, conceptual imagery.

That was cool, really.
Loved the twist.