Since i left,
Have your lips turned sour?
Has your voice turned to dust?
Your fingers that once
Had a tender touch
So supple
Turned to daggers
carving through the innocent's chests
In search of even an ounce
Of love?
Tell me baby -
Has your hair gone gray?
Your eyes, a deep red?
Your blood pale and blue?
Has your mind lost control?
Who runs it now?
Who is it that runs through it
Clumsily dropping everything
You treasured?
Everything now scattered?

a typhoon of feelings
dilapidate my thought
and uproot my feet
that once stood in the concrete
I spent years trying to break though
and now
i fall
trying to hold on to any valid meanings
hopelessly

I want to sit cross legged on your rib cage
And write poetry
whilst I listen to your heart beat
echo hope
sing life

I want to walk through your soul's halls
Barefoot
- A museum of things you keep dear -
And hope to find my heart pinned on one of the walls.

I want to lie on my back
On the sands of your mind
Where I have a clear view of your sunset
beautiful
dark
wild
And hope to see your ghost
right next to mine.