Can we see beyond the rage
of a time
that's forgotten where to go
to find the love
that's vanishing from the depths
of heart's content?
When the lives we've consumed
have left us unforgiven,
speaking in tongues,
clinging to the lost.
When all begin to sleep,
when pain is out salvation,
when our dreams are explicit enough
to think true thoughts.
I stare into your eyes,
held there by your vacant expression.
I know now the answer,
this is not love you give me, but death.