and thunderstorms
There is glass falling from the sky
There are shards coming out of her eyes
"Who set the house on fire?"
Our hands holding matches.
"Who set the house on fire?"
"Oh isn't this tragic"
"The lights are on but nobodies home."
They giggle and smile but they are alone
Wandering ghosts of the still living
Howling wolves of the unforgiving
You shouldn't make the mad romantic
You should remember that madness is tragic
Giggles and wails and burning down
there is no majestic beauty in watching them drown
bloated corpses are left in the wake
Quakes and ladles; the shiver and shake
Do you look at a train wreck and fantasize
that twisted metal belongs behind your eyes?
Do you find winter leaves alluring
No they're decayed, dead, and boring
Dry leaves will burn the quickest
Catching the flames and leaving hopes unfinished
So do not romanticize the madness.