Halcion

Halcion

Hate created the tide that destroyed my sky

But since you used to be there,
I wait for the day you pour kindness back into my heart
Drowning it once again in the sea of never more and Halcion

An immense tide
Cooling strikingly red tendencies
Choking, gasping
Dying with every breath
Lowering a winter fever
Swallowing Halcion
Brandishing sharp objects

I’m in love with the thought of my room becoming a sea of red.

I bleed at my heart’s desire.

I lost my sense of pride
But I still find beauty
In the sense of darkness

Can’t you hear my voice shattering into millions of pieces?

It died today
Feeling cold and gray

Feelings of lonesomeness cascade down red cheeks
The dawn frowns upon me
After managing to live through another eve
On the useless Halcion

I promise that I may not make it through the next night

My chances rely on water and Halcion alone.

I know you’ll love me more
When I’m buried
Six feet under your floor.

Insight as dark as a crow’s wing
Once a foolish martyr
A confusing swaying motion
A rope above my head
Worthless Halcion in my hands.
When will I sleep?

Gentle breeze
Caressing once warm cheeks
With its light fingertips
And sending chills down my spine.
I die inside.

I sense an illness with the roses
Pervading the surrounding air and being lifted in the chilling breeze
Stumbling across a horizon I cannot see.

A single melody continues to hang in the wind
Silhouetted by broken and forgotten dreams.
Coupling with desperate dreams of Halcion and cyanide.

I tried and tried,
But to no avail could I get you to believe me.

Was there that one time?
In a dimension so far away?

Maybe.

Where is the Halcion?

Sing your heart out to me.
I’ll sing back
In my lonely, shattering voice.

Can you hear me through the broken window?