Torn Pages From A Burnt Book

As the pieces fall into view
We attempt to dodge their sharp edges.
My grasp is bloodied reaching for you
Through the thickest darkness.
The pieces whisper softly,
Slinging so much hatred into our ears
We will never hear again
Everything that ever was
Has existed here at one time or another
For brief moments.
Only you and I have survived here
For most of our time
Gone away for a few shining moments
In a dwelling not too far from Heaven.
All seems to be myth now
As our hands disintegrate into ribbons.
Even though all this threatens to cut us apart
Since we were so fatefully attached
I will cling to your presence
Willfully watching the destruction
And gasping for one last glimmer of dull hope.
To do so is to spit in the face of our captors.
Never backing down.
To give in means
Only to be raped of what's left of our dignity.
My hope is that one day
Light will shine through
And it will come in the form of a rope
To drag us out of this pit of knives and forked tongues.
Someday soon, my love.
Someday soon.