Paris Paloma - The Last Beautiful Thing I Saw Is The Thing That Blinded Me

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A dozen crows, and then some
On the rhododendrons
In the cemetery, where I lay
Like Rebecca reigning over Manderley
My foot fell upon your grave
Like a pressure point
Hidden beneath the soil
Down came sheets of pouring hail
I sheltered in a church's arch within
From the shards of glass falling so pale

And I look up, and saw the sun
It separated all the colors
And the ice, into my eyes
It fell and left me blind
That was the last thing that I saw:
The fractured glass and its downpour
I felt the blood mix with the water
And I didn't see no more

I came across an injured dove
I wanted to put her out of her misery
There came no signal from above
No sign, no guide, I thought whatever could this mean
And with my hand I picked her up
And in that moment, oh it shifted magically

For when her feathers felt my touch
I saw her a demon
Feathers, they turned black
Oh she was no phoenix, but a creature of the ash

I let her go, she hit the ground
I heard the thud, regained her color
Saw the sky, she had been bound
By someone, and left to die

I never really found that dove
That's just a story I made up
Because I wanted all of it to stop
And I didn't know how to tell you

I didn't know how
I didn't know how

And I looked up, into the sun
It separated all the colors
And the ice, into my eyes
It fell and left me blind

And I looked up, and saw the sun
It separated all the colors
And the ice, into my eyes
It fell, and changed my mind