You glided to your darkness
Of which you cling
With great reverie
That which also allowed you to appear
A living specter
Singing dark music to my ears
How alien to hear
The tragic song of calculated pain
A manufactured silence
Ensued with your grace
And you left me
To move on to many another place
Can’t remember the lines of your face
But I can still feel your shadow
Clinging to my gradual destruction
Which direction do you move now?
And you may have been something of
A storm cloud
Pelting rain under my eyes
I let you move on to your next venue
Thunder whispering your lies
From the heavens you fell from