Curled up alone
and shaded in the night -
the glare illuminates
a soul’s broken might.
It reaches my corner,
a sullen mind’s keep -
just enough light
to pull me from sleep.

Written on the tombstone head
the letters drip with red -
light and dark
have fallen stark,
the blinds made out of lead.
Squares of ink,
blood in the sink,
all prayers have been said -
laying on
a field of song,
her wishes have been fed.

Broken pieces scattered,
a restless heart in tatters -
the fire raging in my soul
only left my body shattered.

Where have you gone?
Don’t you miss
my whispers of hope,
my desperate attempts
to empty my contents
into your vacant heart?
Let your pleas fall unheard
into my hollow body,
let your tears fill
what’s left of me.
Don’t you miss
the salvation I offer you?

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.