As tears shed from the angels that live among us,
Take me as I am, with sorrows that drag along like rabid dogs wanting more,
She and her death goodbyes, I have been dragged down by lungs that can not breathe, my voice wilts, like roses that are beautiful dead or alive,
Without hellos those silent goodbyes could be your last,
These silent hearts slip like the windy gasps from under your breath,
As a blade or a word slipping across this barely covered mind,
My veins walk with passion and leak with seeping sadness,
I try for words but your beauty that wraps itself around my heart tears at the best,
It sinks into the folds of clean sheets, not dirtied by blood and horror,
And threatens the supports of my mind held together as a castle of cards,
Who am I, and who are these nightmares for, the death of love,
And why you left, as we flew you broke my wings and left the skies,
In the sinking words of darkness I found my self with worms and spiders,
Of webs and dirt, woven into broken stories that the gladdest people don’t hear,
Handcuffs of silence cut me apart like a noose of steal wire,
Who is to listen, of minds so silent with so much, and so little heard,
The crows crowd the trees near as if I have died,
And fill others evermore as if you and her have too,
With shadows all about me I feel the need to take them for myself,
Could you save my everything that is only a fist in size,
The beats, and the blood, if it needed words to sooth it’s raging rapids,
Breaths slip, upon ice that is the silence from everything,
I am a lost inspiration, thought forgotten,
Of a song set among the machines of cords and monotonous beeps.