Words From The Infinity...

Incoherent thoughts...

As I stand in front of crashing waves,
Pieces of me break and fall, like snow on sand.
The never ending tides gather me up roughly,
Howling at the sky, my empty haunts them too.
Having it all, yet a hollow soul,
Trying to fill myself up, cup after cup,
Alas there are too many holes draining me.
Don't look into my grey eyes,
The shadows will suck you in.
Keep being enchanted with my smiles,
I'd rather have you believe that I am happy.
My fingers often trace the clouds,
Searching for hidden rays of scattered sunlight.
Somehow my hands are now stained in black
And I can't scrub them clean anymore.
You want to hold my hand,
And walk that all steps, I know.
But how can I amount all that love,
When I know that black bleeds.
You, a shining white sculpture,
made with the angels...
Me, just a stained eye...
I don't want you to get dirty.