Loose strands falling,
hiding a shadow of pain.
My hollow stare burrowed deep
into the ground, shoveling down
the wistful sorrows of haunted eyes.
A succubus forged of fire.
And I looked away
into the weight of open palms
as the veil drifts the space between.
Weary heartbeats throb quietly
while a mute heart fills with mourning,
greeting the skyfall speechless.
Dying stars dive into the deluge,
steal an empty breath away,
leaving behind this lonesome breathing.
And I remember dreaming,
how it flows freely through the vessel;
a short rest while bleeding.
Half-life living fights the feeling,
dying alone resents the healing.