Up from the abyss, a stark voice came,
As I sat over the water with my feet in sway,
I was strong in the race, a gifted reader, too,
A listening boy among the deaf-tone few,
But I couldn't hide my dismay anymore;
Watching the battles progress in endless gore.
I couldn't listen to you.

He told me of your future,
He told me of your name,
He told me that you'd die one day.
My eyes are mirrors of reality,
My mind a closet for fantasy,
But my hands make these things called pictures in our brains,
Called ricocheting bullets, passed midnight rains fall onto our cheeks like a contemplating memory,
So, for you I wrote this prose.
And for you I'll name it
Ringing into the Demolition.

Have you ever tasted hatred?
Hanging limp upon my tongue,
Holding onto all my jokers, this song was sung:
I'm better off without you,
I'll never speak your name,
And even if you count the few,
It'll never be the same.
So fold all your aces,
Force that poker smile,
Swallow down your last drink of sorrow,
Sit down and stare into her glass for a while;
Let's begin this game.

I'll shuffle up the picture cards,
The ones that shed a mist,
I'll say a little prayer,
Strap a tourniquet around your wrist.
Make room for the circus clowns,
Eternal smiles and truthful frowns,
Take a shot on the lingering high-wire,
Jump through a hoops made purely of her fire.
Don't worry, it's only venom, my boy,
She'll hold your stare;

While she takes all of your appendage,
All of your remains,
Remember just to hold her close,
It'll numb the pain.
She'll bleed you like a thorn-less rose,
Cut you like a lace,
Tied around the wish-less mask
Of poison bearing maids.

You'll live her dream in solace,
You'll always be her toy,
Like a shard of fire in the wine glass,
You'll never know the power of her snow-pale face,
Or the animosity of her tone-bound grace,
Only her laughing above your cold-touch corpse.

But before you perish,
A rider in the night,
You'll hear her benevolent whisper,
Feel her summer sight;
You'll catch a glimpse of hatred,
A twinkle of cat-eye might,
It looked limp upon her red-lipped words
In the wingless flight.
And even if you have a chance,
I’ll let it ring of truth,
And how you fought with endless demeanor
To the stance of her endless dark beauty,
Her endless beauty,
And to the way the crow’s gathered to your bedside.

Here's the tango in her mind,
I think you’ll begin to find,
To which you're the only dance.

One day, you'll stand up like a rooted tree,
A phantom of who you’ve once been,
One day, you'll scream your last scream,
You'll cut off all your ties, rip out every seam,
You'll be tired of all the lies,
Tired of the pain,
Tired of her face,
Tired of her name;
A missile incognito, through the bleeding skies,
A bone-dry cactus in a coral reef,
An error on the paper page, riddled with holes held high,
One day, you'll become a mistake.
Erased but unforgotten.

And when the war is finally over,
When the smoke has finally cleared;
When you speak your final wrought-iron vows,
Smile up at the growing blackness
That you've feared for nine years,
Look up towards the clouds;
When you stare up at the graying sky,
I'll be there silently waiting,
I'll become the clarity of her lie.

I'll show you all the reasons,
For why I had to die,
And then you may finally ask yourself;
Where am I?
I'll give every answer,
A crimson shaded ridge,
I'll figure all the riddles,
A shadow in the midst,
A cancer.
When you enter this clearing,
I'll ask you one last time;

Hold onto all my jokers, this song has been sung:
Listen to the sound of my voice, the grave-yard bell has rung,

I was better off without you,
I'd never speak your name,
I know you counted all the few,
You know it wasn't in vain.
You held her hand as tight as you could,
And to the world it felt like shame;

But of course, you always knew
It would never be the same.
So you fold all your aces,
You played the game,
And now you sit here with me,
In your final refrain.

And even if you walk to leave, even though I know you'll stay,
I'll always watch you say goodbye to her;
To the sound of the grave-yard bell ringing,
Ringing, ringing,
Ringing into the Demolition.