These liturgical words of affection spilt out of his fingertips as ink
Splattering the pale leaves that have once given life to his lungs
Now give life to his thoughts
The thought of him and his love on a summer's night by the bay
The inexistent adoration they shared as the stars stared back at his defensive arms
Comforting her from the future
Comforting her from demanding pain
As they both dug their own graves by crucifying others
They stared at their future
And ran towards their past with open arms
While he sought at his mistress
As she crumpled out of his grasp
With love and anger he turned away in sorrow
And he faced death as a peer
Both jumping into his unused pool while the dying leaves died with him
Sinking into the waters
Unable to depart
Both drowning into his unspoken words
And into his too many cravings.
