The sweet taste of broken glass is resting on my tongue
As the essence of living escapes the prison walls of my body,
I no longer wish to hold it captive.
I hear your tears in the distance,
Shattering from the impact on this shallow world
The aftermath echos silently in the wind.
I wish I could have caught those falling stars for you,
But you pushed away my lending hand.
The moon is at its fullest as the werewolf in me is reveled.
This is the only time you see the real me,
The transparent me.
Slight waves in the near-by lake interrupt the portrait of the moon,
I no longer see my reflection, but instead,
I see you.
The waves grow tidal with each gust of wind,
It is drowning me, I can't escape,
For each ripple traps me in.
The crimson stains grow larger, bleaching the beauty of the scene.
The wind dies down and the lake becomes calm,
As my reflection fades away.
Please help me make this the best it can be, I love all suggestions I receive!
