My Love. I know she's up there. Stranded in a midnight of concrete and steel.
My Scars. My Scars tell the story. Those archers, the knights without end, they all have wounded me. Liberating pieces of my flesh. Pigeons gather, eat the crumbs of my broken body.
Her smile. In the struggle, her smile was lost to me; only hate and revenge for comfort. They are my soul mates. When I finally free her from this mountain, will I be the man she once knew? How could I? When all that made me beautiful has beaten into swords.
My Scars. My Scars tell the story. Those archers, the knights without end, they all have wounded me. Liberating pieces of my flesh. Pigeons gather, eat the crumbs of my broken body.
Her smile. In the struggle, her smile was lost to me; only hate and revenge for comfort. They are my soul mates. When I finally free her from this mountain, will I be the man she once knew? How could I? When all that made me beautiful has beaten into swords.
photo: info column on underground subway platform - taken w/ iPhone 3GS & Hipstamatic app
