Amidst the dark and vast horizon of solitude,
I lost sight of the innocent figure I once embodied,
This soul has become calloused to the absence of emotion,
And excepted the existence I myself relish in, alone.

My blinded eyes see not the squalor that surrounds me,
As I sea

I tried, with every shard of my being,
To extend my help, but for what

There is nothing i want more than to be able to have your hands press against my chest,
So that you could feel the absence of a beating heart.
One that with those same gentle hands, you, yourself tore out.</

I would have let these words flow as a stream,
Of soft pedals and tears cascading against your heart.
If only words spoken from this mouth could begin to paint,
A picture so perfect as to my eternal vision of you.

As I slip into your crystal eyes,
Life begins to flow throug