Eat my heart, I say.
Tear my soul in half
and burn my flesh to the earth;
light my mind on fire
and rip my thoughts from the hearth.
Make my dreams unrecognizable
under the weight of your palm;
throw my hope out to the sea
and urge chaos from the calm.

As the minutes go on,
her body grows cooler above me.
The imprint of the gun in my soft frame
draws a pool of blood,
again losing warmth with time
but growing in size
as her body drains of life.
Her weight above me doubled
when the death of a soul
froze love to stone inside her flesh.
The tears littered on my sheets
have dried up
by the time she’s uncovered,
no trace of the pleas
spoken in the seconds before
her heart stopped beating.

My tears hit the floor
and my lungs stop breathing,
but these letters to no one
keep my life from leaving.
My pleas scrape the walls
and my chest starts heaving,
but these letters to no one
can be quite deceiving.

I’m all out of color -
the dim light fills my room,
casting shadows of a waning heart
across my cloud gray walls.
I can’t remember what it feels like
to eat from my heart
and drink from my soul -
what it feels like
to hold the weight of the world
in my palms.
My memories are painted
in colors I can’t quite recall,
my words sung in a melody
I can’t quite capture.
What’s left of me lies
inside these four walls,
complacent in my capture.

The ashes are here to replace  
the raged fire,
once ignited by a thousand wishes
upon a thousand stars.
A heart in flames
at the drop of a dream,
a soul woken up
by hope’s scorching heat -
the waning daylight to burn holes
through the blanket
wrapped around my skin.
Upon its final declaration
comes the dark side of the moon,
now complete in its desolation
in the absence of a single flame.

All words cease
without a fire to rage upon,
colors to dance upon
or a choir to sing upon.
They don’t play well
with the stifled monotony
of the silver and gray -
the sullen song of the defeated,
the burnt ashes of an ember.
The written words
of a forgotten language
rot on the page,
stolen from a source
that no longer dreams.

My soul was robbed from my flesh,
taken home on a star;
with no dream to call my own,
I can wander near and far.
Hope torn from my heart
to land at someone else’s door,
but with no road to lead home,
I no longer wish to explore.