I succumbed to your will.
Your will a jewel hanging from a blooded tree.
A blooded tree, the shape of darkness.
Darkness that surrounds me
a love I can’t endure.

The hands of time mould their shadows from guilt.
Guilty eyes cast downwards.
Down, further than the filthy pits of lies.
Lies scattered in the grave of this day.
Only you and I will truly know this day.
Only you and I.

Not even the smoothest stones can heal you now.
Not even the winds of change can shape your destiny.
The loss of our shadows must never cross.
A cross, kissed with the taste of black.
When faith turns black,
everything is black.
Such blackened shapes that flutter and twist from your lips.
Lips of broken hope.
Hope – to drown myself in its madness.
Welcoming the end of the world with open arms.
Arms that fall heavy with emptiness.