Matthew was older.
His why solidified while.
Her's crossed her feet as mist.
Black and typical in a village.
Burnt cold by lives unreturned.
His father died from carried wounds.
Mother by disease, endless fever.
That life as a boy eagerly hearted.
Courageous with lungs of infinite capacity.
He'd breathe for hours at full speed.
His heart never undone.
His father's axe, always smiling.
Even through brown and off white
It passed through for hours on its way to him
And his mother in happier days.
But ghosts would hold here,
Never letting go, no matter how loving he,
Had to go on so.
He crushed them between his eyes.
Leaving the past to the dead.

No one came for her tears.
To collect them in a bowl.
Nor did caring words tucked in a note.
Bring her closure, still she'd had to try.
And make waiting work against facts.
Will corpses to stand once more.
Why...How, I...
Through rain and bitter cold.
She'd wander hours uncounted.
Searching for faces unfound.
Beneath venomous tides of reason.
Reasons she couldn't see.
There was no how.
Only why.

Matthew saw she couldn't stand.
He knew it was the weapon that held her.
Trembling before its power.
After that near death experience years ago.
She'd never been the same girl.
He'd found alone and shivering.
As rain soaked her bones.
An infant before circumstance.
That ruffled head of innocence.
Brown eyed and unflowered
Couldn't take it all in now or then.

I love the night.
I love the rain.
I hate the sun.
I cheer when it falls.
And cry again when it rises.
Its safe at night, in the streets slick with freedom.
We can run with cold air in our lungs.
Forget the rest and be wild with me.
The light is our enemy.

Nothing makes sense.
Organizations attempt to make sense of it all.
The truth is, disorder is the status of reality.
Few will ever realize their goals because of this.
All will experience that which they fear the most.
In the end I will laugh as I lie hopeless, helpless and dying again.
Remember the shadows and curse the light.

I wish to dance amongst the flowers.
With a girl beside me full of love.
We will rebel against time and be immortalized.
I will look into her eyes and she'll disappear.
A lock of hair I'll grasp before her departure.
It will be all I can hold onto to keep her alive.
Even as I descend into a quagmire of despair.
I will keep her there.
Sinking beside me.

His eyes are red spheres of crimson: blood is a sweet aroma.
His scarlet cloak rides the desert breeze, the time is near.
The heat-rod nestled upon his back seethes with anticipation.
He does his best to calm its restless nature.
Empathy flows through him, he too feels uncomfortable.
Outside the realm of instinctual action; a grey area of instant decision cut off from regret's jurisdiction, Tervous feels uneasy and unnatural.
A creature of war cannot breathe the air of peace or live within its domain.