The Black And White Face

on my wrists your image is traced
a warm black and white face
it seems so long ago when we first crashed
stars died and hearts were bashed
though now there is a red haze
and blinded I am, your looks fade
there was never a point of turning back
faith and time was what lacked
the level of breaking had arrived
is there anger that thrives?
can one be angry at those they care?
ones that never knew that they teared
the seam of sanity and love
the problem and solution therof
love turns cold, bitter, wrong
have I always be alone all along?