A Broken Rainbow

Why can’t Death have a pretty face?
A face that is pure and sweet
A soul that is centuries old
Dressed in black
Familiar with peace
Someone to wait upon
While the curtain waved away the light
Where I would loose the counts
Of my own heartbeats.

Time would be forgot,
As a moment slipped to minutes
And minutes slipped to years
An endless tunnel that never sees the light
I could tell her all this
She would listen with delight,
At the twisted rainbow that warped my mind
How I am closed off to everything but goodbye
She could flip the coin when I could not
And would know what was on the other side
I could think starless night, green meadows
And she would know the place
I now see all the life’s exits colored in a darker hue
She be the one, I am the one she dandles
Why can’t Death have a pretty face?
Not a face of despair.

Waiting for the crystal curtain to fall
I dare not cross these wavy lines in the sand
No time left for me to make an alter call
My heart beats, but my legs won’t stand
 
Rainbows have become twisted in my mind
All that I loved has turned to a void of space
Have I no reason, lost my balance of mind?
When will my fall begin from my Footpace?
 
Too disinclined to flip a coin, to try
I’m just a pile of dust, a silly mophead
I question “What is on the other side?”
Thinking starless nights, green meadows
 
Perhaps it all ends in a flyspeck period.
After my stock takes a wicked plummet
It is the likely end; maybe that is my lot
To sell myself out, just a failed grommet
 
Chewing gum on the bottom of a shoe.
Ever dreaming to blow out the last candle
I see all the exits color in a darker hue
She is the one, I am the one she dandles
Why can’t Death have a pretty face?
Not a face of despair.