The Truth About The End

into blistered serene she runs,
another broken scene is done
what a golden cross to be hung
as she rises like a setting sun

broken camera memory
stammered epiphany
what kind of dream
is ripped at the seam

i forgot something there
something rubied and rare
and when the time is declare
well belief is a dare

the acid rain falls ruby red
against a sun sets darker black
she lies with all clothes shed
what a memory to take back

i forgot something there
something rubied and rare
and when the time is declare
well belief is a dare

no one ever really has to die
no one ever really has to die
no one ever really has to die
no one ever really has to die