There beneath the blood stained clouds,
Red eyes are fast burnt out,
Searching somewhere below the ashes,
For the life that was longed to live,

Every day He wakes,
Staring at the back of Her face,
Every day He wishes,
There was nothing in the way,

Somewhere beneath the first layer,
Close to the weight He bares,
Is home to a love once owned,
Still showing signs of life,

Every day He wakes,
Filled with the empty pain,
Every day He hides it,
Knowing no other way,

Until the day he He lies and rests,
Here in The Bone Yard's hold,
Beneath the ashes of my love,
He will learn the other way.

~LC~