Choking back the austere tears
Holding a paled hand
Feeling a fluttering pulse
Auscultating to the drumming beats
As they languidly diminish in strength
   *Swallowing the lumps in a throat
Supporting a medicated head
Watching the thoughts pass through eyes
That have never seen (that never will)
Imagining in black and white
   Covetous to see what they do
Only allowed stagnant black
Yearning to view the vividry of natural
Always wasted on time spent dreaming
Yet still holding on to them
   Reciting every reason through a brain
You cannot chase away the darkness
When it is one's only companion
Harbors the soul in an animated delusion
Driving towards the light in which it cannot see
   Letting the eyes rupture
Longing,bursts within the velvet folds
The sightless have deteriorated
For nothing gives an interest, nor enthusiation
Only to blame death upon the lonely darkness
   Although the life we lived was not scandalous
While it may seem bleak and dismal
We could have made something glamorous
With not an apprehension we could be marvelous
*Why couldn't we have been beautiful?