I thought I had moved on from
your love, but as I stood here
outside of my home watching
the landscape rewind and fast
forward inside my blinded eyes,
I could breathe in the heavy bulging
beats hanging in time, colliding worlds
lost in falling shadows, sunken stardust
galaxies melting away underneath
moon washed dreams.  I could hear
the slow whispers in the damaged trees,
slashed rhythms below shivering branches,
sunburnt hues drunken inside, while I
embraced the unending metaphors
snapping and shattering my soul into
stabbed vowels, ice-cold designs
disintegrating in scarlet starved scrambled
designs.  I could see the trigger flamed
crimson rivers inside my veins, earthquake
vibrating chaos pounding my frame into
accelerating extremes, trembling highs,
blood raging skies dying without reason,
as my chilled heart stood in silence.