life isn't a disney movie

or any movie, really

life isn't a story you read

life isn't some idea in your head

life is nothing

until you make it something

you have to live the story

if you want to tell it.

and i just wanted to tell you

the reason i can't stay

sometimes it takes a villain

to save the day

we saw what we had become:

victims of our own self-interest,

pacing the earth, searching for priceless gifts,

no longer given.

we babbled on to strangers

in words that only made sense

in the insane tongue with which they were spoken;

the language of people who were more afraid of the truth

than the darkness in which they lived.

by the time the candles reached us

we had forgotten what our eyes were for.

the flame glowed warm against all our faces.

and the light was a home we never had.

a home with each other.

the sun is setting.

and It's such a familiar feeling.

when the warm goes away

and it's just you and the moon for comfort.

stop telling the world what it needs or doesn't need.

the last thing it needs right now is direction.

all your words

were the notes that i read

on five lines,

a requiem of blue

you made just for me.

they moved my hands,

the knife, my baton.

and the blood marched forth,

my own red army choir

singing a grand coup d'vivre.

the seats remain silent,

invisible in the limelight.

and you, the brilliant composer

of such luscious tragedy.

you are nowhere to be found.