The Architecture Is Still Burning

Here is where my ladder grows
 Within walking distances of melting ceilings
 And hopefully you will see the bright colors like my horizon cut in two
 And where have the eyes gone that have watched me this far
 Here is my staircase curved with splintered paint
 Without a railing I抣l find collapse
 With blonde paste to settle intentions,
 Your unpaired smile in mirrored windows burns the rest of the template
 So I抣l fall into third person and see the other shades of grey
 Her is my enthalpy, so forgive my violet eyes when you see them
 The rest of the canvas arranges lie past Victorian
 The rest Burns along with myself and this is how she抣l remember me
 Just like walking decay
 And I抣l be bare again without any traces of what is called sharing
 Nothing surrounds me any more but pictures of carpet
 As soft as voices of eager children
 This is dripping from skyline setting
 And I know the smile very well
 It mush be imbedded like the less fortunate
 There is no patience left over while I am provided a window key
 This presence of it over speaks