Today I hurt the one I Love
our paper union crumpled stood
a broken man yet tears not formed
inside his soul too dead to mourn

He wept all night tho no sound he made
he cut and sliced with long shiny blades
till all the darkness, black and contempt
lay oozing out onto his bed

Now he sits patiently waiting
the screen he screams, wishing, debating
just one message or call anticipated
his eyes burn from the light, praying

Swirling hate and distaste remains
he would end it all if her life would be saved
but her heart now broken and cracked, black as his
can never be saved except without him

It used to be just you and I when we were together but now you've been freed you have grown so far away from my reach that even though you say those very same words they don't mean what they used to mean because ...
They are not our words anymore...

The memories, special, are now tainted by the blackest figments of my imagination and trust although needed fades from my empty shell leaving fragments of emotion scattered like snowflakes in my heart...
They are not our memories anymore...

At....
    .....the...
            ......End of it all it will be just me and you...
No matter who else holds your heart it is my name thats carved into it with a dagger titled everlasting love...

Back in the summer when strong mist filled the air
Birds call filling the sky, excitement, without a care
but something still felt off, black, bitter and receding
heartbroken I knew it was lack of love that I was feeling.

Open stretched arms to hug a face that I had forgotten
I tried to hold your hand before it disappeared but I must have dropped it,
Because you sank into the crowd just another woman in the streets and my body became lifeless like a carcass before a feast.

To my realization after everyone had gone
Only I would have known this after I became alone
That to my horrible yet obscure disbelieve,
The woman I dreamt of was mearly a dream.

This fairly memory doth hinder and entrance me so
But sleeping due falls onto those in need of verily
It is with weaker hearts do entangle my ebonize soul
And hadst add haste to maimed eyes merily

My maidens eyes do not contain shine like the sun
Nor does her heart contain love that might share
Instead maiden blue shows caluce feelings noone  
And grey eyes replied doth my vision ensnare

Try and succeed to relieve all that is needed from need and all you shall receive from life is but a dream, yet painful sorrows and melancholic mellows show true despair in the form of shadows.
To what do I deserve this existence fated, shall I remind you of how we were created and bated into believing there is a reason for life's unjustifiable treasons or do you merely conceive this dimension of its meaningless meanness. For it is despair that intertwines convoluted parallel exultancy. That and the indulgent parade of unmistakably acceptable pleasantries that life's joy brings to me.

Sweet summer breeze compared to leaves falls gently as the sky fills with colourful trees.
The branches stretch out to welcome me and gravity becomes my minds needs.
The rain explains a way for spectral excellence to prove that mist contains powerful sense.
Ecliptic fog that shows beauty and causes shock explains life’s way of creating love.

Echo location the spaceships invade me like sound waves crashing against the empty sea.
Sonar the signal, needles and spindles, interrupting my thoughts like midnights mantel.
Resounding inside spilling out what I lie the liquid I poor are the memory echoes of my life.
Kinetic and alive like tiny ripples in time I leave my print crashing like the waves in my mind.

Colder is the air now that the sun has receded behind clouds of despair and feelings not needed.
Filtering floods of salt covered droplets fill my emptiness exasperated I plead to stop this.
Noises they are screaming, Pleading and reeling never receding but always kneeling.
Praying and hoping for the day to be sowing the seeds of my emotions in the sun once again.

Exemption from passion like working with satisfaction turning the digital clock pocketed the money fits into slots opening future doors like pin ***** dots.
These calluses create tools for deranged fools to tare holes onto those that need paper the most and Ivory towers and golden harshness at birth dictate life’s glooms and hardship, whilst 2nd place in races almost always face the independent states of our minds, but the people that have less, given more will always represent respect and in our eyes.
Alas paper with faces does unfortunately dictate life’s inevitable flow in this race.