Clouds drifted over a winter's day,
Staining the idle sunshine in a sepia wreath...

What do you hide, angel eyes?
-placid lakes of unshed tears...

Drifting through a crystal sea,
Of twisting, turning faceless dreams...

The daylight is waning....
crimson hues tinge the azure blue sky...

It was the month of the august
When Megan walked in...

Mellow hues of a blood red sun,
Caste crimson shadows on my grave...

It’s pitch black
I can’t see a thing...

I can feel it now...
The cold metal kiss of the gun...

I’m laying flat on my bed
Making friends with the shadows...

Amorphous shadows lay deathly still
As the purest of blood did flow...

The solemn battleground
Where only guns make a sound...

Sunlight reaches crookedly,
Into the empty window seat...