Tethered to the night, this love is slowly dying,
fed to the winds in hopes it will reach you in time.
But the stillness of the wind trapped it in space,
unable to fly free and find your heart.
Disillusioned with silence and fearing abandonment,
it searches for a place to crash its body and break.
Throwing itself upon jagged rocks that protrude
from hell that only this heart has ever known.
Breaking.
Breaking constantly the hurts you've laid
on its soul of souls,
that is hidden deep within closed doors.
Bathed in tears and blood that flow,
drowning it slowly in torment and confusion.
And in the days you kept to yourself in silence,
the heart that was once given to you to hold,
is now slowly decomposing in the shadows of your
memory,
a figment of your imagination forgotten,
fading to nothing but dust carried away by the wind.
-eamarifosque 042313-
