Eyes
so dark they swallow reflections,
Lips
dried and burned by acidic lies,
Tears
avalanching down proud cheekbones,
You
scream curses to the sky.

I
stand watching on a hill.
Tears
painting blood on the green of grass,
Lips
bit shut to prolong the silence,
Eyes
reflecting flames of the setting sun.

From where I stood
I could see
Shadows dancing
Around the barren patch of land
Where you stood watching
As the sun plummeted
Extinguished by the frozen skies.

You stood
Looking out to sea
Fingernails cutting
Deep into the palm of your hand
As you held on
To a single white rose
Dyeing it red as the grass at my feet.

From where I stood
I could hear
Tears pounding the soil
At your feet
A steady rhythmic beating
Like a heart
Still bent on living.

You stood
Whispering to the shadows
Circling like vultures
Their wings clipped
So they crawl on the ground
Like worms slowly trying to make their way
To the secret underneath your feet.

Eyes
gray as the bright lonely moon,
Lips
whispering the silence of goodbye,
Tears
settling on the edges of a crooked smile,
You
took something that was once mine.

I
lie buried in damp regret.
Tears
locked behind deadened eyes,
Lips
poisoned by your last goodbye,
Eyes
sewn shut by the hand of your obsession.