the moment night hit my starving skin
it was like the reminisce of yesterday.
coldness misunderstanding my soul.
the wind telling me things only I knew.


the warmth had been stolen
perhaps all of it this time
the opaque shadow of you my dear.


walking along the rugged exterior
the moon pulsing along with me
the stars singing a little tune


her face as dull as hailstones
looking up into translucent souls
for that's where she belonged
screaming to them for a remedy

the wind was chilling my bones
the way that you used to
as all of it swept
so did I
in the midst of me

I lost myself
in all of those pale nights
all of the water in the air
drops of melancholic pain

perhaps it was the being
the being of broken
a gentle soul fearing
so much to fear

once it dropped
blackness all over
the imprint of ink
scattered on her palm

as fore today
the only thing
was her

the way it felt was cold
like a cold droplet whispering
telling me an admiring story

I was adrift, somewhere gentle
my existence a marble on glass
the opaque world on a canvas of crystal

it was strange wasn't it?
how the shadow implored you
gripping your mahogany hair
lips of gloom pressed on your neck.

the heavy melody of apparent
gasping back to this marble
and the darkened crystal knew
coldness was my favorite thing

to me you were everything I had
my free time, my night talks, my heart
I was lead through worlds of broken
waiting for you to enter and say I'm yours
to you I was just another
a soul just like the other
and you left me to fall
and when I did, I became just one.
one of those dull stars in the sky.
waiting for the day, a wish upon me
illuminating the glow in my eyes

my heart is a fragile mind
a melancholic blueish bind
weeping to the voice left behind
whispering; the yearn of return
the passion, the feelings burn
suffocated in that bruised urn
a stitch ripped open alive
the hellish last goodbye
of a heart at last willing to die

eyes open to the sight of light
proceeding to roll out of bed
starting my day a painful cycle
wanting to be asleep once again
I am in deafening silence here
ears bent to the hesitant sight
relapsing back into life
how the world can be so trite
now disoriented in the moves
like a sculptor without material
demand of names; I couldn't care
I'm only here to ponder and muse
instead I'm drowning in hopes
a moon in their glossy eyes
in mine a speck of color
chained by elder voicing thought
contorting the girl that dreams
always befallen until instant sleep

It's almost like he handed me a ladder and told me to climb, because before I knew it. He had me up in the sky in his hands. I was cradled with a smile on my flushed face. This moment was pure.