VulpesFulva
10-27-2009, 09:12 AM
Second Chance
As you stand there atop the ever-spiraling stairs,
You think to yourself. You’re almost there.
You take your last paces to the edge of the steel.
You’re glad that you don’t have much more to feel.
You jump in the air, a bird in first flight.
You smile to the windows and laugh at their light.
This world has been so cruel to you, you think.
You’ll make your mark finally, with your own vital ink.
As you fall farther down, the lights start to spin.
It’s taking forever to come to an end.
The lights in the windows, and the lamps on the ground,
All pulse and fly around when, nearly stopping, you slow down.
Your life plays before you like a Super-8 reel,
A home theater of memories in 360 °.
You close your eyes and try to fall, but see the film still.
The film takes you back to when you, full of joy,
Ran around the house from your brother and his toy,
To the place beneath the stairs where you shared that first kiss.
And that’s me there, on the receiving end of bliss.
The tape stops rolling, the lights go dim, and in midair, I remain.
I reach out and wipe your cheek before the mascara can stain.
“I’ve had enough of watching you from my seat among the stars.
Destroying yourself for no reason, creating countless scars.
“I can give you a second chance,”
I say, “but it can only be this once.
I love you, babe, and I miss you, too.
Don’t take for granted what I’ve done.
“Now, reconstruct this asphalt with that teardrop in your eye.
You’re only feet away, but with the ripple, travel back
To that decision that you made,
When your will to live went slack.
Use the liquid pavement to reinforce your will.
I’ll see you when you get here, babe, but not a moment ‘til.
As you stand there atop the ever-spiraling stairs,
You think to yourself. You’re almost there.
You take your last paces to the edge of the steel.
You’re glad that you don’t have much more to feel.
You jump in the air, a bird in first flight.
You smile to the windows and laugh at their light.
This world has been so cruel to you, you think.
You’ll make your mark finally, with your own vital ink.
As you fall farther down, the lights start to spin.
It’s taking forever to come to an end.
The lights in the windows, and the lamps on the ground,
All pulse and fly around when, nearly stopping, you slow down.
Your life plays before you like a Super-8 reel,
A home theater of memories in 360 °.
You close your eyes and try to fall, but see the film still.
The film takes you back to when you, full of joy,
Ran around the house from your brother and his toy,
To the place beneath the stairs where you shared that first kiss.
And that’s me there, on the receiving end of bliss.
The tape stops rolling, the lights go dim, and in midair, I remain.
I reach out and wipe your cheek before the mascara can stain.
“I’ve had enough of watching you from my seat among the stars.
Destroying yourself for no reason, creating countless scars.
“I can give you a second chance,”
I say, “but it can only be this once.
I love you, babe, and I miss you, too.
Don’t take for granted what I’ve done.
“Now, reconstruct this asphalt with that teardrop in your eye.
You’re only feet away, but with the ripple, travel back
To that decision that you made,
When your will to live went slack.
Use the liquid pavement to reinforce your will.
I’ll see you when you get here, babe, but not a moment ‘til.