Upon observing the horizon
Shades and colors all gray-scale,
I noticed its affinity for her skin
When it's stained red.
And the mountains looking down on me
From the apex of the clouds-
Their beauty caused a callous haze
That almost made me forget.
The way she stood on stage in spotlight,
Awaiting the gradual fade to black
But never ceased her preaching
Even when the curtains fell.
The way the artificial lighting
Caught her eyes avoiding mine;
She wasn't happy, but still,
She smiled when compelled.

Compassion sits at the core of me
And doesn't wholly disperse.
My brain can't fully function
In the shadow of desire.
I could evaluate her absence
But not feel the slightest hurt-
I haven't grasped it yet;
I think she'll appear when required.
They eased us out of it, you see,
Those silhouettes hung over me,
The doubts encompassing my mind
Compensated with her death.
With age heightens indifference;
Every moment contrives distance
From the little girl who broke
At the thought of his regret.

Language is a funny thing:
It twists and turns at ease.
Coveys what you want; what you think;
And what you really need.
But the pronounciated syllables
Conceal who I really am.
I want to speak the words I knew
Before I could understand.

Strikingly cold but warmed from inside,
I need none but my heart — that which weathered the tide
Of the sea, having raised the heart rate of my love,
Her vocal chords murmuring some tune from above
As the foam from the waves covered footprints I’d made
In a sharp, full-blown sprint with the intent to save
A form ready to fall whispering, “Can’t save it all,”
As honest as I’d ever seen her.

Jumped after a breath; put my fangs through her neck
Condemned her to a fate more horrific than death
And she whispered her thanks, a smile on her face;
The impact hurt more than it would have, I’d say.
Broken bodies on rocks like the cars of the city;
Crashing water like blood I kept in to keep busy
I smiled, so broken I couldn’t hold back-
T’was the only thing that had remained intact.

When hopeless words escaped your lips
The last, I thought with sudden bliss:
The way a broken heart can feel
When love has beat it tender.
Your eyes fading as limbs all fall
It leaves you but I loved it all;
Tears without the feeling;
Words without the sound.

My love; my loss; my broken mind,
So openly preoccupied -
The heart I left in shreds
To remained tethered to your corpse.
But everybody understands
And no one leaves a helpless man
Or stops speeches muttered to a grave
Infected with remorse.