I will meet you when your blood is stained within the palms and your tears are stinging in the wounds
I will be watching from a distance, but you will not recognize me behind the mask of innocence cloaking my face
Your body will wither and your mind will grow stagnant
But your soul will be emblazened in the pupils of your eyes
Between the cresent mirror of glare from dim streetlights
Immured within the fallicious rim of chromatic blue
The colorless void
Reflects your soul
You, the outlet of other\'s emotions
Shield the eyes to hide your purpose! Others will soon know
If you must stand do so quickly
If you must speak never again seal your lips
To be present without other\'s remembrance of your touch
Is as though your breath has weakened and your skin grown pallid
The face has contorted in an expression of everlasting pain,
For that is all you have felt
and that is all you will feel
