You can always tell when something is different.
It seems like what once was is now just a long-forgotten memory.
A broken promise held by empty words.
You can speak but is it still heard?
Does one feel the pieces as the peace leaves?
Shattered mind with hearts led astray.
Pouring blood finding escape when it finds a ruptured hole in your chest.
Time has become a prison, locked in endless desire to return to those moments.
The light goes and darkness seems to seep.
Keeping weary eyes from sleep.
Longing warmth when the cold causes shivering bones to match the soul.
Carried on in hope but watching as it all depletes.
The darkness seems so real.
How did it come to be?
Forget about tomorrow and watch as one bleeds in need of a dream.