I am the mess of clouds form in your wake,
I am the laughter, you mistake.
Such vibrant colors behold a life forsaken to make.
All in front, in a flash.
Hands quivering, lips trembling, eyes like waterfalls.
A loss is so lost, soul shattered.
Broken and falls lifeless.
Upon the cracked ruby walls.
I am the voice spoken within the halls.
Eyes filled with nothing more but a hollowed shell.
Encased with memories, is that the sound of bones breaking.
Or a heart quaking, giving its last thump.
white roses becoming a darker shade.
The rotting, wilting ashes.
Of a foundation crumbling, here and gone.
I dream at long last of life misunderstood.
Decaying to time.
The vast open range, to be reborn upon an endless cycle.
Bittersweet and true a life forgotten.
Making, taking, breaking, forsaking, A form of Waking.
A fragile heart shattered in two.
Death shall consume.
A woe of utter despair, in the air.
I held all I hold dear.
To lose it all, within a reality dreamlike shape.
Fear over a dream, only nightmares to appear.
Such is fate, left my heart to break.