The tower is too tall now,
it wobbles and twists
with each breath.

It's only a matter of time now.

So a day that started,
24 hour cycle,
a copy that is exactly like the last.
Black and White,
the colors are but memories.

Epihphany,
something breaks through.
Your red hair a flame
that burns the shadows away.

And sitting on the ground in Brazil,
Everything finally lifts,
as I cry it all onto your shoulder.
The bloody tears confirm,
The tower has fallen.

Suddenly the warmth hits me,
and the cold is stolen away.
With your body pressed against mine,
I can't be cold anymore.

And all the color comes streaming back,
my eyes burn as
the retinas go back to work.
Then, although it hurts to even think it,
I smile.

Now it has all fallen.
And I can rebuild.