Stubborn eyes structured nose
he's losing the art of our painting.
No more holding hands till
were death invited.
No more conversations of pain
throat anger is my sanctuary.
This is my healing and you are locked
outside the door with the
key on your background locket.
I never wanted you for anything
more than a written page;
But you become me
And i become your ending.
Solitude fragrances are beaming
through your palms
And the stoned amethyst of
Your speech is mute with
Silver haired hearts.
Take this black
And change the channel
Of our distance.
Sober prayers for your
Eyes today because
Yesterday you were asleep.
Break my breathing and
Slip into a heartless coma
For the both of us.
For the dream of our
Patterned veins we
Explored , cried outside our
Magic and the lies became
Real.
