Mist from the midnight skies
Lands upon the skin Like grey velvet.
I hear my
words tremble
as i call your name ever so gently in a black obsession.
My
blood shall flow throughout the land,
Carving scripts into the soil and shake
the earths foundations,
blood streams from roses around me [bad word] a sea of
red,
light lines the ground were you lay for days while hopeful minds were
weakining,
a withered soul walks alone tender as the heart it left
behind,
broken hearts still remain from the day that you were found
as
scarful memories lie in shards of glass.
with darkness rising everything i
used to know has left in a sudden breath.
Memories stained as the strings of
the mind [bad word] torn,
haunting thoughts as the streets are lined with lies of
your taken.
Your last words murmered gently against the late night breeze