I am taken.

How every one of your words weeps bitterly,
Singing still of lost and wasted years,
The days between your love and hate
Growing ever closer together,
A swirling mass of indifference
And the blue black taste of something more,
On and on until...

Shhhh....for we mustn't wake the demons on board.
Far better to leave them sleeping, aye,
Their eyes glued shut and their mouths ceaselessly agape
In an eternal scream
That echoes down into infinity
And all the lies beyond your dreams.

I am silenced.

How slowly your eyelids close
As if you will never open them again,
Drowning in a pool of cellophane,
And how easily you kill your time
Just trying to breathe outward.

And though your fingers claw
And scrape for an end
Your mouth is held in its rigid pose
The blood welling from your lips
Speaking only of nonchalance.

I avert my eyes.

For I am perhaps infatuated,
O comely, marred and unwinged angel,
And every time you speak
I watch you slide closer to death.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Khepary, in the year 188 MA.