A way away

It would take far to long,
                                      Since it's all pre determined.

But I would take all the time I needed to take,
                                                                        Just to be held again.


My war started on this place.  A place of nothing but betrayal.  And words were ichor, spewed from cherry red lips caked with blood.  And I knew that you were there, somewhere amongst the other things that warped around in my sky, even if they said it was a lie.

                'Cause once upon a time,
                                                      I knew you.

And my twisted dreams always seemed to kiss reality.  Right on the ass, 'cause the lustrous ones never did come true, but the bad always seemed to become worse, until the worst had happened and crimson fingernails gouged life.

                That's when the bombs went off.
                                                                  And my heart lept[unfortunately, not literally]
                                                                  From my chest.

And I wanted to hug you, 'cause I knew it would make me feel better.

                                                                But,
                                                                You were a way away.

But if I could jump, and fall up, like I needed to, I would glide that entire distance.  Even if it rent me apart, and my last smile was 'cause you were there.  With an omega grin and two thumbs up singing a liquid not-so-lullaby that still made me day-dreamy.  'Cause you were worth it.

                                                                But,
                                                                My dreams just wanted to eliminate me.
                                                                [How literal this seemed to be...]

The bombs went off.  The ones laid out from yesterday.  And shot gun shells were strewn across the ground.  So were empty clips.  The ground had eyes that shed molten tears, and maybe a mouth that was always parched and cracking.  Where could all this blood go?  The insanity was everywhere like the crimson trails that seemed to disappear into the earth.  And the proof was within us all.

We all held scars.  But you, so far away, got to hold nothing.  So if I could fall, as I was dying, maybe from the bottom, to your arms, I'd be happy.

                                                                'Cause you would be able to take me home.
                                    [And maybe end my dreams]