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An Iron Balloon
An Iron Balloon You provide the bread and I'll provide the crumbs. Let us feed on our banquet of emptiness Like ghouls at a christening, body snatchers at the wake. Let us scavenge for the barest morsels of eternity that may have gone overlooked Slipped under the layered dust, Under the sediment left by crumbling ruins of once proud memories now long obsolete. The mirror shatters into a trillion pieces, but who's counting anyway? What is there left of the life once imagined? Once rising above us, over the years, Once inflated by virtues and memories, a Now collapsed like a defeated Zeppelin; Under an Iron Balloon.
You bring the main part, and I'll bring the small bits. Let's enjoy our meal of nothingness Like ghosts at a baptism, thieves at a funeral. Let's search for the smallest pieces of forever that might have been missed Hidden under layers of dust, Under the remains left by falling apart memories that were once important but are now forgotten. The mirror breaks into countless pieces, but who cares? What remains of the life we once dreamed of? Once it was above us, over time, Once filled with good qualities and memories, Now fallen like a crashed airship;