Pale stars are staring back. Useless museless life, leaves in a thundercrack.
To live without love, is to be cleansed of fire twice. Still the sting of loss, may be fire by thrice.

You are a sunset to me
With beauty emanating beyond my sight
And once you leave, the evening comes
Wrapping me in the depths of the night

I cannot do anything to stop you from setting
Nor bring you back once you leave
So I take every chance to see you
Cherishing the moments I could never retrieve

Sometimes I stare out the window
Looking at the orange sky
Wondering what makes a sunset so breathtaking
I guess I will never know why

You stole my heart from hell.
And then my head on high.
you took my body from the ocean before I could die.
My arms were taken from the blades that miss them so.
My feat from the shadows of were I stood below.
my soul was from the south were I was born they say.
But my home is in the north. Were I can see you everyday.

There is transparency in my soul.
A lesser half to my better whole.
A feeling to be absolute, uncompromised by the truth.
You can't take part of me away, what you see is what will stay.
Wear my thoughts on my chest. My heart does not lie in my breast.
A final sanctuary, while In the dark I'm playing pictionary.
Trying to figure this out.
Where i may find myself trying, isn't where I lay dyeing.

Poor souls through skipping stones at night. What they through away is there light.
to drugs and crime and shadows of the night.
There souls skip off the waters surface before disappearing into the void.
Not like candles in the wind. But like candles without oxygen.
Simply cease. Or you will cease. Then the world will cease with you.

I'm still afraid.
That maybe I have been unmade, like clay back to sand.
Shadows still holding my hands.
A focal point, a keystone. Like a god on a telephone.
How should my life be if only it was minus me?
What good has come from my being? what is it I'm not seeing?
Questions linger in my mind. I'm out of breath and out of time.

My memories wash into shore. Caring me out to see the sea that is me.
Maybe ill recreate myself, as something not so sweet this time.
The sharks below begin to swim. This time I know ill win.