Ok, its hit me.

There was a blatant disregard.
The smoke was burning our eyes.
The buzz buried us for the end of the world,
and ghosts had crowded my sides.

Hopeful airplanes in the sky,
full of eyes wishing down,
shooting stars from their mouths.

Bourbon brown filled my blood in the vile of faith.
Vile words caught my attention.
Anticipation took flight through my heart,
and I expected the plane to burn.

Are you listening to a word I say?
I heard I was dying;
I need a miracle in my veins.

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Wow! This speaks to me not only of an intense airplane flight, but of the realization of our own mortality - whenever it may come. I don't think we can really live till we realize intensely that we are dying from birth. As usual you use wonderful language that flows and conjures emotions and spin off thoughts.