Maybe you would.
Or maybe you would find something worth opening your eyes for.
Maybe even tears would fail you,
Maybe for the first or last time,
It would last long enough for you to see clearly.
And it's the hope that you will,
That helps me hold the knife,
Say my prayers,
Then split open my skull,
Just so you can get a better look.
Because I forgot what the look on your face means,
I would do anything.
Even if anything meant,
Pouring out every ounce of me,
Until all that remained is a broken geode,
With empty lungs.
We'll be able to see,
That the light at the end of the tunnel,
Was the reflection,
Of a horizon,
That promises a much better tomorrow.
And once my head is is empty,
It's easier for me to turn,
And welcome the dawn.
Or maybe you'll just cry.
And maybe I'll cry too.
So then we can turn together,
To see what morning brings us,
Even if it's not what we want to see,
Maybe it's just what we need.