It's Grey,
The in-between,
An expiration of fate.
I don't recall this desolate sensation.
I will wait,
For sooner or later, a something
An anything will happen.
But how do I know of this?
When colour is all I have known.
I realise.
I have been here since time began.
My subconscious swims in this dreamscape,
So,
I will wait.

My eyelids are so heavy now
I'm slowly caving in.
The light that once alit my eyes,
But 50 shades of dim.
You grasp my hand
To pray for me,
Although It shall not do.
It's one more song that you can sing.
And one more I owe you.

The stars descend
The angels weep for them.
The missing constellations
create vacancy in the eventide.
I see it in my eyes also,
The emptiness.
Like a deity I shall fall back to earth.
For my head has been clouded.
Rain clouds.
The rain of angel's tears.
As their wings are clipped.
They fall too.

Don't whisper me sweet nothing's.
I don't want those nothing's.
Give me your simple affections,
A silent confession.
Because I know that your shy spirit is so precious.
Although we hardly talk.
I know that I live somewhere inside your heart.
And that's enough for me.

I miss it's sensation.
Oh to be loved!
The burn, the addiction!
I search my soul,
To find my flame withered.
Withered like the flowers at your feet.
You asked me to try,
I willed myself and kindled a spark,
But I cannot ignite.
For I have felt the raging fury and passion of yours.
Another's arson will not do.

To me you were the stars.
Illuminating my world.
But to you I was a satellite.
Just passing by.

If that's what I am.
What you will me to be.
Let me soar into your world.
I the satellite, Your beacon,
Have come back around to show you.
I'll be more than what you could ever fathom.