mecha

its the blood
the dragons blood
the smell of it is like
a dream
then the lovers of past
just appear
some you dont want
other you would give anything for
another shot
at those fragments
those breaths of time
those moments of LIFE
that hang on your heart
like the golden sweetness
of honey filled with sunshine



you hold your head up with your hands
when the visions past
the tears stain your fingers
but no one will ever know
because the smoke is so thick
from the dragons blood


smoke in your eyes
is not so bad
as the sorrow of a lost lover