Missing

The hopeful tears keeps flowing inwardly,

trying to fill the hollow,

the kindred spirit's blood,

of their murdered sorrow.

Sore sighs... Leaking from our throats still trying not to hurt

Yet dimly granting one grace.

Sore sighs... Smoldering our bodies

that began to weaken and thaw.

Tearing off the macabre time insinuation

in the jeering wind.

Sore sighs... Shattered and diluted in the sound.

Static Corpses;

Laying bare under the dazzing night display,

Amused by the deceitful distance,

And the enigmatic hypothetical lights in the sky's dark Dress.

Cradling the Hypnotized beat in our chests,

Mixed up with the deafining thoughts,

that we cannnot express.

Ingniting the dreamlike fire,

with the salty-icy drizzle,

Illogicaly warming our crimson lips,

Satiating little ammounts,

Of the endless growing thirst.

Coagulating the Overwhelming Hysteria,

And deep frustration,

into a translucent coasting crystal-like tear.

Mirrowing your princely beauty expresion,

chased by my plebeian ambition.

My fervid beloved Muse,

My antidote versus any harm,

My perfect marble shelter, set in your arms.

The fluttering sensations,

flowing in a flush of glowing red confussion,

underneath our cheek's skin.

The blare of your heartbeating weaving,

an invisible bond with the fusion of our very souls.

Unconciously fallowing the rythm,

That keep us somehow close.