The Number's Killing Spree (The Counting)

I counted the tears in the toxic hallway
Durable prison bars were built to break to decay like the broken bouquets
Right was wrong and wrong was right
I gave you the ink to write our plights
And I still wonder how the black turned grey

To lift the vulnerable tilt of the earth
Tilting the hours, tilting the scars
Sitting at the war
Counting weapons' casualties
A bull's eye without darts
And I saw you counting the mirror shards
While I was still counting stars

Distorting hurt hidden underneath the clouds under your floor
The ongoing pains of a soft morbid plain
An intruder knocked at your door
Memory was her name

We were all that time hates
Disoriented yet enraptured in your embrace
I tried not to let you blind when my burnt eyes sensed that courage’s lips read lies
I didn’t know, but past your arms were the cemetery gates

When our shadows ran, and stopped in the black
Those smiles I counted seamed to rip apart
Slammed into a burgundy frown
Torn eyes, we held both ours, we stopped falling down
I was counting, seconds in my symmetry told me to breathe no more
Lies run white in the dark, brighter than heaven and I couldn’t make sound
Nobody won with our tied score
I walked away, looking back trying to find you around
And there was one... And nothing more to count down.