Fading mirage
Like the sun dying
Down over the highway
You took your light
And infused it whole into another

I buried you
Among the ruins
Of discarded daydreams
The ghost
Of what you made me feel
Hovers

Tapering on this broken
lifeline
The tiny speck of blue
Blooms into a field of sorrow

Fading mirage
Like the sun dying
Down over the highway
You took your light
And left a hand print
On my door.

Tremulous hands
Severed fingers  
Hanging onto the edge
Of a blurred dream
Slowly turning into a nightmare

Reveries interrupted by
An atmosphere gone sour
Distorted realities
Doused in madness
Pity and fear
Of a poet well versed
In the art of self immolation

You bury yourself
Beneath a veneer of apathy
As though it offers fortification
Then slowly without realising
The wind blows
Through your quietude
Unraveling your every thought
The shift
Reminding you of how
Your bones crackle and ache
The way your irises sting
To alarm you of hurt
Your heart is yet to feel

In high lonesomeness
Silence sounds like water
Running in a dark cave
And you are falling down
Into nothing

Violent effort lay waste
To writhe in distress
Body and spirit
Passion in my paint
Fading like cigarette smoke

The overlap of lines
Suffering or hardwork
The familiar bother

Visions of brand new skies
Over the hill
The slither
Into the portal
Of false hope
Fabricated gaiety
Broken glasses
Never half full
Golden gates sealed by fate

The thick mist
Of pessimism drenches
The aftermath
Of trampled dreams gone cold
And the ones
That ran away like children
Leave me comatose
In the hibernaculum
The wings of mirth
Never wanted me.

When she loves
She loves savagely
The man became God
Unalterable ardour
Not of this realm
Her soul.