The invisible sounds behind the door are reminders.
It is an unattainable respite from a future that is tied to past scars.
Listen to the waves crash behind those sedimentary bolder;
the black algae rest on damaged secrets.

Inconclusive results of a test failed many times before.
You could rest once; lay dead from this sharp,
crimson chance.
Let there be sand on my tongue, trinkets of a banned romance.
Your naked body is all that I remember, a crime committed.

Look at the moonlight, with its selfish, confusing rays.
One could see much, or nothing at all, from the miracle in the sky.
Do not ****** me with reminders of what I already know.
I labored in my fruits and rotted away with the maggots.

Pity, shifting, hateful rage!
Let go of something I cannot physically kiss.
Those suns you call eyes have left me,
Foaming behind enemy lines.