Anticipating

Paint the forest,
make it red.
All the life's gone,
and everyone's dead.
Eyes empty,
robbed of their life.
The air is thinning,
sun shines not bright.
Doves are crying,
butterflies tied down.
The tides coming in,
they all soon will drown.
Echos of angels,
fade into the mist.
Everything is leaving,
like it didn't exist.
You and I.
We only remain,
and create the only light
killing the darkness and pain.
I'll hang on your words.
You keep me waiting.
I'm here for you
still anticipating.