Some day we will Fly across the Painted Sky

Some day in blazing fury, we will fly across the painted sky
and we will find tomorrow.
Sitting innocent under the blood-stained sun,
we will watch and absorb the hatred that has followed us for a century.
Seeping through the weight of a lifetime, misery and truth,
we will learn what it means to lose everything.

And without the ones we love,
without the things we need,
could we be happy?
Or would it just be one big Holiday?

No matter, really,
the presence of your presents will keep me company.
And I will see a beautiful sunset,
one which we can hold our hands at-
one which our hearts will remember forever.
And we will stay there, talking about the things that never last.

Then because you are near, I will see clearly.
Burned so hot from the rising sun my eyes will glaze as glass,
I'll see past everything immaterial, and the sun will be my mirror.
I will look back at us standing there,
and my hand in yours will keep you warm.
... Only if you'd have me.

But if my glass eyes are too ugly for your sight,
plastic hips too frail for your exuberant youth,
or my thin fingers too unsightful for your beautiful hand,
then I will leave you. And you won't have to send me away.
But I can't say I won't love you anymore.

Because my blind eyes will paint you a beautiful skyline,
my disabled hips will carry you miles,
and those skeletal fingers will bear a ring under your name.
Till death do us part, they said.
And we disagreed on our definitions of death.
You killed our relationship and left me,
But as long as I still have breath I'll find strength from within me.
I'm that crazy for you.