Hit by a Cement Mixer

pink lace paving her face
 white wash sheets sopping the sobs of st. valentines blood from her embrace
 smashing young man
 ploughing intention deficits through her hair
 a hit and run
 the terror, the truck, the techno-logic that turned her to crumbs
 she goes so limp,
 biting tongues with rag dollar slices of love
 he burns the tired
 traces of tell-tale hearts you can tell when theyve stopped
 i cant fucking take it off Im already naked now.
 with hands on my face
 i watch her go
 and wait for the day
 to bring forth the sky
 i can not picture any other way
 either way I love you
 with hands on my face
 i watch her go
 and wash her away
 as tears unfold
 and fears are erased
 i watch her go
 and wait for the day
 to bring forth the sky
 i can not picture any other way