Futile

And then there is
to the clinches of your despair
to the mute echos of the air

my limbs stumble
as I tremble into a snare
to view with vision
some subtle flare

on the purgatory of to
or not to care.
but of which dirt
does my dear doomed tomb bare?

it carries, but a missing soul
not once in a grudging existence
dare share!
but, how futile? how futile?

So sing for me, my love, sing
Lie and call the blueness in my brown eyes, the spring
I catch my eyes in a mirror's glimpse
And drown in the depth of weak promise

I drown in a Sea,
to reflect upon
asphyxia
what waves the tears
have done?
and so,
once again my gorgeous run

but again, The salt in my cheeks
is not of tears
it's the throbbing pain
as one wound clears

I have not but split a sea
as Apocalypse solely reigns
clutch your wretched tree
As all we try to save The remainder
of our wretched grave

while lonely withering the earth
they'll roll
Justly the years will take their toll

My stench brown of coffee
Will tare not the ray
You are, what you'll be

And again, I will be moving away
you'll see....