solisis

It isnt the same, my last night revival. Your absence remains, the death of survival. Your scent on my fingers, I vaguely recall. The flowers of angels, the last of the fall. You touched them with kisses from your candy black lips. Your dresses of ambers, your delicate hips. I stared at your motion. You captured my eye. I stared at your whispers, the voice they imply. My agent of anger, distilled with a rose. My little miss Molly, my love in black clothes. The vines and the cinders, they grow on our trees. The moss and the willows, they crept at our knees. We crafted our world within the unreal. We sculpted our dreams from the mutual feel. You gave me your blessing. You gave me your heart. You said without boundaries. To drop the rampart. An alley we blend in, the walk of the twin. The foilage of darkness, we hold as we spin. The castles of grey, the plaques with our names. The pine trees for miles, our own walk of fame. This fog showered world remained only two. The shadows of cherubim, of me and of you. Our hands never parted, our lips never cleft. The ants and the dragons, they sleep where we stepped. When all was in ruin, our world never changed. We held one another, we never felt pain. The minute wed broken, the minute you cried. The last of survival, the minute I died. The only one bleeding, the cut that you gave. The minute you told me, the last I would save. The tears from my wounds, the end of the season. The cuts on your wrists were there for a reason. Our world of the ancients was torn at the roots. Your love for another, the knight of white suits. You said that you love me. I thought that you loved me. Your hand leaving my hand, it says that you hate me. My candy black kisses belong to another. My ambers were fading, my world folding under. You killed with betrayal, you said this to me. Your love never leaves me, you said this to me. With every step back the grass turned to stone. Our pretty black garden now cellular phones. The mountains are changing to blocks made of steel. The lilacs and lilys are engines and wheels. The castle now streetlights and trees are now trains. The willows and roses are pavement and planes. The bees are these people. The emptiness stabs. The water turned yellow. The birds are now trash. The fog is a cloud of poison and pain. The moss is a carport. The mist is hot rain. The darkness was our light but now it brings fear. The noise neverending, the death of the deer. I watch as you leave me. The tunnel grows small. His hand in your hand, the end of it all. The image of beauty in a world made of lies. It fades to this nightmare where all my dreams die. A bleak sad illusion of toil and hate. Regret and remorse for the loss of estate. You once held my heart in an ampule of tears. You once gave me yours in an ampule of tears. My darling miss Molly, my grief and my love. A fountain of dreams turns a river of blood.