Rumored Nights

Moving silently, the fly as fast as they can. The words are filling the air and everyone starts to notice. Your eyes are a little darker than they used to be. Maybe they're hiding something sweet? It's a sour glace at the thought of them all knowing just what you've packed away all these hours, these days in the night. Holding close to nothing but your thought of running this town.
We all have out secrets. Our life's blood, held in the rumored nights, quiet whispers, no one knows if they're real. It could be a lie. Right where they need it most.
I can't seem to notice the direction I should be heading, but I'll walk this road in hopes of something. It's a much different place then when I was younger. This road I've walked a thousand times, past the flowers, now withered, through the fields or green, now faded to a dead gray and brown. Like it never lived before. It's always been so dreary. There was a time, I don't remember. Maybe it was just a rumor. Did you here? She's gone insane. Left her mind to the wind.
I'll keep this to myself, but I'll always remember your eyes. The love, the light, that seemed to die with you. Like the world's shine was only from you. But I hear it's nice up North. I heard a rumor she was walking away.
I think you might still be home. But in the night,
It's only a rumor.

The Black Stitch of a Secret

Jump off that golden bird that has you flying high and watch the ground. It's a comfortable place, if you learn to like it. Before you throw yourself away, taste the salt that's formed in your words, the hollow truths that won't come back to your mind. You've been high too long, your mind can't think for itself anymore. It's all a cloud of secrets, a gaping hole in your chest. Let the sun stitch you up, bring you back to warmth. There are a lot of faces who miss that beautiful smile, the one your hold always, up in the stars, in the cold blackness of the night. A kiss upon your cheek can feel so wrong, when you refuse to let yourself go.
Step down from the edge, back to good.

I don't want to do this anymore, I want feel your eyes again.

But you'll never feel our gaze when we have to look so far away to see yours. Your love can't remember your face, a stranger to this game. You've become a fairytale, with no happy ending. Going down in flames, it won't hurt that bad if you have a place to land. A place to shine without the stars help.
The stars in your eyes are much more beautiful anyway.
I know you've felt alone, up there in the clouds, but we're all here waiting. To bring you back to life.
You just have to make that jump. And let yourself fall.

We're going down together, and it's not so bad.