BrokenIcy tendrils creep across the soul of my heart,skeletal fingers reach out in the darkness of my mind,holding close, and giving comfortmy thoughts, my dreams, my desires, the roaring flames of hell sweeping up to shatter the fragile bonds, melt the dripping strands of love.Wrenching, dissecting, tearing at my mindleaping, roaring, crashing into the ocean of my sorrowswhispering, teasing, nettling my wishesfor it to return.Our love.
ShredsThe ace of spades lays tattered on the floorThe tears she's cried have driedAnd will fall no more.Her heart still beats, but dead in her chest.Thumping like a passenger, Or bird stuck in the nest.The pain makes her fall, her fingers white.She grips the counter harder,As if it will save her life.The breath heaves in her lungs, Forced and heavy,Her wound still stung.Her eyes rise, wet and graven.The cracked mirror stares back,There is no raven.
DeathMy fingers sweetly wrenching, Your last breath from your lipsStealing the soft brush of you handWings beat quickly in your mind, Your heart thrills in your chest, Trying to free itself of you body's cage.The cries on the air still. Soft whispers circle The cycle is complete.