I think about you and I know you are lost. . ...I can feel you . .feel you all around me. . .I close my eyes and I can feel your breath on my face as your lips make what I sense is a pass over mine. . I open my eyes and though the tears I can almost see you. . .see your eyes . . ..  looking into mine . . it happens too fast to know but I think I can see. . .. . . see right through you. . ...

I think about you and I know you are lost. . ... you are lost to the
wonderful things in this life. . .you are lost to the breaths that are
for you. . .you are lost to the emotions that surround you. . .you are lost to the
confliction that is about you .

I think about you and I know you are lost. . .lost to me. . .. . . but
what is worse. . .you are lost to you. ..I think about you and I know I love you. . .. . ... but when I  think about you.... I know you are lost. . ...

Eventually....
        I might
                   give up
       for now I keep dreaming

for so many years I thought the blood was rust
splattering the streets
obscured amongst the rubble
for so many years I thought the blood was rust
because the media told me so

screaming pain
announcing beauty
proclaiming eternity
wailing in obscurity
forcing feet to move
leaving no choice
bringing about untold emotion
unearthed from the deepest part of a mind
telling endless tales
burning bridges
housing anger
consuming love
cutting like ice
within a melody

They think she wants heads to turn
nay
she wants to be saved from herself
on another tangent, it is just her
stop listening, stop being you
save her from herself
dagger is nigh
selfish
screaming
death
they do not hear

She strummed in silence...

her gently *******
making sweet
music.