I’m clinging to nothing as it pours through my fingers where shadows light paths and lights blind the weary.
You said you would stay with me until eternity was no more.
You never lie.
After centuries of lies you have none left.
You were drowning in darkness yet no hand reached for you.
On that day we walked and spoke of things unspeakable.
You handed me a rose that burned to ash at my touch.
It was red.
I love black.
I can’t abide by your words when they stab me in the back.
That is a pain that I am familiar with.
Death taste sweet on your lips but the blood has turned sour.
So now I wait, endlessly, in the cold.
How many times must I die with you?
As I floated through the forest, the mist strangled the trees and none of the birds sang at my funeral.
I did.
But it was always your voice that shook the stars and halted the moon.
The sun ceased to burn as it died in my arms.
It was all for you.
Your love is as sweet as the white rose you placed in my hair.
The silence is screaming at me.
We define love by classic fairy tales.
But in the truest tales the lovers die for each other.
I have died for you many times though you do not know it yet.
Your love has been the death of me.
Your voice is eating away inside me and the hunger is insatiable.
But you remain with me.
Living, dying, destroying hate.
Hold on to this a bit longer until the tears pass and it is all quiet again.
Stay close to me before this fear kills me again.
Only together, with each other, can we kill our loneliness forever.
