The days embrace their hollow fate
     as night embalms the lost
and faint visage coagulates
     beneath her permafrost,
just starless skies to beautify
     the black beneath the blue
as truth becomes a lullaby
     the heart cannot subdue

The winds of change are cold indeed,
     Bereft the heart's advice.
They bite the soul as memoirs bleed
     through untold sacrifice.
The bandages, but silhouettes
     of what I used to be,
the fractured forms of old vignettes
     I've hidden perfectly.

The rhythemed flow, but symmetry
     Adorning broken form,
just vestiges of clarity
     adrift amid the storm
and somewhere 'neath it's gelid rain
     the answers stain the ground
with words the heart can't ascertain
     and feelings that confound.

As semblance fades amid the lull,
     before the coming eve,
an echo squirms within my skull
     where dreams have taken leave,
a remnant left in aftermath
     of storms within the heart
where lonely men accrue the wrath
     of love they watched depart.