I can stroke your crumbling skin
And feel the blood throbbing within
Your life, it seems, is being spilled
From unfirm veins; pallid and chilled
You've been since she stopped loving you
Your warmth and sweetness told the truth.
But now, you sit, and stare, unmoving.
Misery to you is soothing.
My lonely tears can't buy you grace;
I watch you slowly waste away.

Why do you call to me?
Lover of flame
I shall not feel your touch again
You wander seaching in the mire
While I'm consumed with scarlet fire.

I can no longer hear the tick
Of time from any clock.
For those immortal, time can never
Slow, or start, or stop.
Death and dying in our world.
Are ever sorely missed
Can life ever be worth living
If it does not exist?

His smooth sly words slipped in-between

Her barriers so strong

Convincing her what she had once

Believed was right was wrong.

He wrapped his arms around her tight

And murmured in her ear

Those butterfly words, rose whisp'rings

He knew she longed to hear.

There was no longer room

For Insecurity and Shame

For they were pushed out of her soul

Once sweet Affection came.

Under a skye of puffy dark
Immersed in whirling wind
I wandered, aimless, restlessly,
And rain caressed my skin.
Thunder rumbling through the dawn
Awoke my sleeping soul
And right there I began to dance
Torrents fell hard and cold.

She watches. Listens. Tastes.
Cries.
Feels the hopeless feeling rise.
Feels their bitter, laughing scorn.
Feels the icy cold of morn.
Watches the rain.... pitter-pat
The joy she once had now falls flat.
Water burns against her skin
Blood and metal churn and spin
The thorns and lies caress her wounds
And glazed eyes gaze at pallid moon.