Down a path two strangers walked on separate sides of the trail
Divided by a future past
Cracked silhouettes with sins of vast
Cast asunder by shame and time
Their stories told intertwine
And in the night they run from dread
Blakened hearts pumping red
hand in hand in a collateral moon
They sat and waited, outwitting faith
Tied together in their own rot
Living trauma
Like flames take the moth
Forever he forsakes, and traps her in his eyes
she sees only his reflection in all the tears she cries
To reckless love, they were enslaved
She carried all of his hurt to her own grave
Over and over they took from one another till there was nothing left but empty shells
Contaning bodies of deceit and dread
He ran so far only to be mislead by his trepidation
Living and breathing the loss of his only rest, his own creation
Her arms
Cradling the dawn of make-believe
The means to set her earthly body free
But still her heart remains in chains
Bound by his eyes to never forget
The melancholy of love known only as regret
He will wake evermore and never know a untroubled slumber
In the night her imprisoned heart grieves
Locked in his eyes for all of time
He took her wings
She'll never fly