messy shattered glass

It litters my floor while my heart waits to be stepped on again. Under the guilliotine. Slice. Gone in one instant and now all you have left to do is pray for that instant back and god wont answer anymore. "You have reached God, leave a message" I stopped praying and watched the light leave. I dont like it. I miss you, us. I like the sound of the guilliotine. the cleaness, and the swiftness of it all. It takes so little and yet it takes so much. I keep wishing I could hit a rewind button, just for that two extra seconds. Anything. Jump in front of that golden bullet that took the golden boy. I hope you can see me waving. Watch the tears crystalize, and then break them off.