Beautiful our world,

We construct our tomorrow,

With blueprints of hate.

Into darkness we love to stare,
Knowing only ghosts shall we find,
Yet of that we are aware,
As our heart bleeds through time.

Why are you so far away?

Specters of those who took or left,
Frozen pictures we'll always see,
With translucent moves so deft,
Inside we scream, "Let us be."

Why are you like this everyday?

Through years they reach to still yet drain,
As we crouch in the dark,
All we've fought to create in vain,
And keep us in pain so stark.

Farewell, of you I shall pray.

Another gone, unable to see through or eyes,
That them we did love,
Even held them above,
But made more distant now because of,
Another scribe with no care only whys.

My heart to you was lost when the lies blocked out our sun,

Nothing more could grow among the corpses of promises in this kingdom of
ash

Left in a ditch was I when with my feelings you were done,

Always to remember how to you my all was given wings just to in the end see how it was trash.

From ventures of love my heart shall abstain,
In me shadows spoke proceed my rots scent,
Visions of joys warmth I fail to retain,
In this cage of silence now time is spent.

Of souls thread scenes rife with hope you did weave,
Unseen the pain hidden within the stitch,
With disease foul to my being did leave,
A man left broken that no one will grieve.

Alone, shaking under a sheen of frost,
In blood to memories pieces I clutch,
Hearing the echos of feelings now lost,
How else now with love can your face I touch?

All gone into the dirge my spirit melts,
In me only longings abyss is felt.

On your soul I feed,
Condensed to inject and maim,
Memories in rain.

When you stand next to me,

I no longer calculate eternity,

From the variables the values we found and the quotient we are, grateful for perception and circumstance's alchemy,

Through damage done by others we now find ourselves here to be, no more gliding on grief's wind aimlessly,

All the while through the hurt we were being conditioned not for death, but for the love in which we prayed for nightly,

For that very wind blew our floating beings onto this most beautiful shore and across it's sands we sprint we glee,

Entranced by your radiance we kiss and with hands upon my soul you nuzzle, as we clear away the rest of our pain's debris,

So now singing the praises of our future with hands interlaced, as your smile does to the hopes of my heart captive, you whisper to me,

"So grateful I am for these scars in me from lovers not meant to be,
because now until my last breath of your gentleness touch I'll always need,
For my dear you've given me a love pure without fear of how I will bleed."

Her name in me etched,

Better to lose than never,

Epitath to me.