Warm and salty blood runs sticky down my lips, my face, my throat…
You stalk me bold; through vicious slits of eyes; spewing venom as you boast and gloat

I am hemorrhaging inside; from swallowing countles jagged shards;
shattered remnants of the two of us; our tenuous fallen house of cards
Ill remains of what once was thought to be… an unbreakable work of artistic tempered glass;
then stained with seamless beauty; now a shattered cold morass

I walk this fatal fire on rusted razor wire… so the pain will help me overcome
this dread feeling of being nothing but a fading echo; hollow, bland and numb…
at least it helps me know that I’m alive; though… barely sane;
even if in the most primordial sense; as I succumb
to a loss of balance that now far outweighs… the gain…
and I no longer thrive… I just exist… in pure pretense

My eyes now drained and ashen, burnt to deepest charcoal black;
Not from gazing forth into the rising sun
But from staring down these unforgiving flames of Hell
From which no colors ever shall come back…

My shoulders ache from strain of this tremendous load,
and I desire to rest just now… to sleep and dream away the hurt
yet peace and solace simply will not come; not on this dusty treacherous road
Instead I blindly forge ahead, as these lungs inhale the rising stifling dirt.

Your taste is bitter ire to me; I spit you out; again… and again!
Yet every scar you’ve left … continues to live far
beneath the surface… of my skin; and still I wonder -- when…
the so-called healing… finally will begin?
I can’t inhale this scorching air for very long and still survive!
Yet here I stand alone… listless and abandoned; no will within to strive;
for you are right beside me;
cast in unrelenting rigid stone.

So I am lost… adrift, unnoticed amid your wake again;
the air around us now so much more than simply thin…
No breeze to breathe; no blood to flow
and life itself now pale; bereft;
with simply nowhere left… to go;
as hope itself now fails to be;
and only unity… becomes the sin.