melellendixon

purple skies save bitter eyes

starlight is a myth
when I look out my window I see only abyss
and the pretty girl on the phone sees red
as she relies on distorted noises
to drown out disembodied voices 
her delusions are as real as any
the metal to her right and the air to her left
is as real as she is
only a possibility in infinite realms
shriveling away before growing at all
she stares at me, eyes like daggers to my soul
crying out for my aid
for a place i have not yet seen
for a savior to free her from breaking chains
yet i am not unlike the voices
i am cruel, a liar, and will leave when i hurt most
but perhaps
i can save her tonight
show her that she can save herself 
that it is not too late to remake herself
that she is not bound to these chains
that even the company of cold starlight
is better than that of bitter red
for i know the voice that whispers in her ear all too well
and rope burn still scatters my skin
so i will bring her the light and stars tonight
so she may see that they are not the end