Sunsets
Cry me a river of your sins and let me drown in them.
Tell me again how you pulled the trigger in the most beautiful way,
how the blood fell like a crescendo,
washing over the dark corners of this city.
Let me sink below the waters, please, let me die in peace.
I want to breathe in time to the heartbeats that this city crushed down.
The broken ones under the cobblestone and in the street lights.
This poem is for them.
The broken ones that you shot between the eyes.
But please tell me again how you lured them in with sunsets and ski mountains.
They were the innocent ones,
The ones who fell for your grace and stayed for the Autumns.
This poem is for them.
They are dying of sleeping pills in their trailer homes,
They are dying of bullets between the eyes,
They are dying looking at the fucking sunset.
The leaves are falling on their bones as we sit here.
As you describe their eyes to me, and all the hope they came with.
All their dreams that they packed into a small carry on and brought to this place.
So now the blood is washing over this city like a wave and you're offering me your hand.
Tell me about your river of sins,
Tell me about the bodies it flows over,
Tell me their stories, their dreams.
Describe their eyes to me so I can feel their fire,
Show me the pictures so I can feel their tears.
The gunshots echo through this city in the most beautiful way.
And no body cries because it
feels like rain, and the blood smells like daisies.
So no body cries because who could cry at
Sunsets?