I looked down,
and was astonished that my eyes beheld nothing.
Where will we go from here?
A quiet rain fell soft and slow.
It fell upon your face, and stained your clothes.
We kissed as the blood from our mouths ran dark into the leaves at our feet.
Are you there still, waiting as you promised me?
Hold me close, and tell me that this isn’t real; this was never real, as I was never real.
Please, just, close your eyes, and I will avert mine,
and we can have this one last time.
When the cancerous sky swallows itself and the world exhales with the fire inside me…
will you burn alongside, one last time?
Will you follow me into the nocturnal wasteland, adorned with the broken dreams
and the terrified screams of the child that cried?
Will you believe in me, now, with all of the smoke gone and false smiles dissolved?
There are no mirrors here, my dear.
Only our broken figures line the barren expansion…the desolation that longs for something,
outturning us as we searched, we the ones that can feel nothing.
Can you hear me?
I feel transparent so suddenly,
as I am sure my voice is gone, stolen by the freezing wind.
Whispers of transgression left me feeling despised,
but I walked on with you towards our inexorable demise.
You held my hand in the cold, as it desiccated with pain.
I moved ghostlike through the shadows, I was vanishing in the rain.
But you left me there with nothing, well, what else could you have gave?
I was lost without direction, and had no soul left to save.
What else could I do when you spoke your last words to me;
I thought I heard a promise from your broken effigy.
Smiles are rarely found here in this frozen land beyond the sea,
but the dead show little effort as they waste away with me.
there, some of my own poetry. a gift for you.
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