Ghostly wind weaving through failing yellowed grass
Lovers on their backs watching clouds drift as time does pass
Sprawled helplessly in the pit of despair that holds them to the ground
Listening to the sound of breathing and nature, that murmur of a sound
The sky clean and dry a backdrop of solid smooth blue
But their minds dwell in missing shadows ones they cannot undo
Eyes closed but watering and blood red all the same
What would be the perfect moment should never meet photo frame
For the crimson spoil had scarred the exquisite scene
As the two had open wounds they very much did mean
Sluggish water trickling as slow as tedious time
Slower then these bleeding palms that razors had so line
Willows hung in depression like heavy defeated shoulders
White knuckles shield their grasp as his hand holds hers
Bed of bladesâ?¦of green harsh upon faded flesh
Polluted mind and their shared suicidal dreams now begin to mesh
Their limbs were torn, little to that of their mind
Eluding their love until only heartache is to find
World around senseless in its mad consuming rush
And forgotten these two, their cries had been hush
Conciseness only recognizable by each others frightened grip
And distance words that like soul spill from trembling lip
Alone in each others arms, abandoned by fearful world
Into love and solitude they are harshly hurled
Coming around, time escaped could not be count
He looked upon his lover and allowed his hope to mount
â??I had been brave; Iâ??ve done this for you I no
At last I have been with you during an incredible lowâ??
Hours ticked by as he dissolved under beautyâ??s rest
Admiring delicate figure where his gentle hands did nest
The moment arrived when from pain she would wake
And although her body was aflame no whimper did she make
He held her close to him, tender tearful eyes
This act of sin had strengthened their meaningful ties
She planted the gravest of kisses on his washed cheek
And unlike any moment before only now would he feel weak
