• I am Yours

    Each unnerving sound haunts me
    Making me fantasize what I see.
    What I see is a face that is not mine.
    It has eyes so deep; the best of wine.
    It breaks me down as I stare into it,
    Print it into my soul as hollows are lit.

    The pallor is porcelain and lips red,
    Softly it calls my name and it bled!
    It bled a thousand words and faces,
    Leaving only the cynical smoky traces.
    It holds me by the hand and snorts,
    A laughter so haunting that it contorts.

    It morphs into a laugh so frail and high,
    I'm afraid to speak for I fear I'd die.
    It dances pulling me close to its form,
    We meld too well; my mind is in a storm.
    Inside I dangle over a cliff in shambles,
    With it outside I nod to its vile rambles.

    Ruby lips upon my own tell me I'm alive,
    Though I'm sure I'm waiting for death to arrive.
    Silver whisper on its cheeks and I hold on,
    I bleed crimson and wait for the dawn.
    Slowly I crawl up to it, consoling it's sores,
    I say I'm sorry even if I am only yours.