Already gone and so far away,
Dark touches light- my morning of shame.
Wincing, a rig pricks and stabs, and so they
Sway my emotions, so easy to tame.
The boy lost his mark as I breathed, drowning.
Again, the strike and blood fills my chest.
Deep hazel eyes penetrate and sing
Broken songs in my mind, effervesce.
His gentle touch forced like waves, kissing hands
Secretly. I am in his embrace,
And the world rips right through all of man.
Alone I am endless; form without face.
His needle of steel, walled off hollowed heart
Is the demon within, the angel apart.
