Poison drips upon her lips
As his quivering hand carves her name;
Crimson in his hips.
Once entwined in love divine
Their fear of hope rests in time
She shrouds herself in mystery;
Stained glass—melting with gothic tendency.
Wings broken, by those held dear
Angelic light dims with fear.
A vagrant soul in search of love,
Though she fails to see his weeping,
Sallow feathered dove.
A tear stained letter riddled with hate
A memory—for him—to never abate.
Black and white razors,
Scars on the mind; dreams of death unkind.
And crimson streams serpentine,
In five.
Sweet.
And.
Simple.
Lines.
A grin across his tear stained face
As black rivers run dry on hers.
Erase this void, this vacuum of space.
They each crave that first embrace
That simple high of poignant love.
Gift of light, from those above.
Under an October moon—her tears paint
His lonely tomb
With dreams and hope
And things he’d do.
Their clocks had always beat in tune.
But no more. No more.
The shadows say as they caress
Her skin, now gray.
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Submission Name: A Clouded October Sky
