Last winter I stood in the deep rocky
mountains wearing a mask of various
emotions within my existence, apocalyptic
oceans exploding without control, bitter
green trees beneath frozen leaves, bottomless
grasslands naked and dried up, as my bare
feet embraced the splintering stones and
frigid breeze.  

My heart was upon the wall of a thousand
shadows, undeveloped beats underneath
drowning tunes, an empty melody below
fallen branches, slashed skies, a whirling
blizzard depth sunken in raging rhythms.  

Across the horizon where the stained moon
hung in silence, scraped stars above solemn
dungeons, my drunken eyes were split and
cracking.  

I thought it would be simple to walk
away from your love and never look back.
But as I stand in a river of blackness, every
slowly vanishing depiction drifting away
from my bruised skin, my soul can still taste
your flaming creation, dangerous designs
seeping in rewinds, a cloud of gray smoke
rising in pain.