The queerness of us,
the feelings within
A shadow of doubt,
the eyes of ice, the posture so cold.
The freezing of my soul, the stopping of my heart,
my hands dropped, my eyes closed.
A time i wish i wasnt there,
a moment of eternal regret.
Spells of sadness, regret, indignance, depression
mix a cocktail without a smile.
My voice calls out into the void,
echoing across the silent distance
My breath stops, my heart shatters,
My soul burns, my hands shiver.
A voice in me screams for the end,
A sob breaks in my chest.
A final act, a reaching out,
A bag containing my soul and spirit.
Offering once more, reconcillation.
Her eyes refuse, her whisper soft.
The vanish of hope, the crumpling of my hands,
the crying of my soul, the spasm of my heart.
My last act, my final plea.
My only hope, shattered in the wind.
Acceptance is naught ,
for i have no more capacity.
I crumple to the ground, my breathing light.
Gone with the wind, vanished like the setting sun.
Broken china is thy soul.
