Bang. Her Love. Her Life.
Now my memories,
as the colour seeps
through the cressive cracks
of the broken glass.
Clouded shadows of eternity,
Embrace the dim glow
of her past,
as I swiftly reach out and smash the glass.
The shower of shards
are blown into the web of time.
where cries, laughter, love, hate
fill the gaps,
where grotesque reflections shine.
My fingers caress her lips
as our intimacy begins to drift
On a vessel to the abyss
Where I will love her more than she will be missed.
Bang. His Love. His Life...
