Don't startle yourself Upon the approach of my footstep. Your breath has been force for every opening door, As I relive myself, in you. You falter beneath the setting sun, Claiming dust, on your eyelids, Fading futures, with the world's ending. The ending day loses light, Like your presence in the night. You close shut your face, With eyes upon the dark of being withdrawn. Do you ever have the betterment of Mankind Against your bleeding spirit? Do men always wish to seize you, Upon their opening of you? Your smile cuts the day in two, Whenever it can face the blue Of something brand new. No ending was for your liking Upon the fading gray that lasted In the melting haze. Can I approach, Without your reproach? Your gaze has eclipsed most, Though you do not desire it, Like the woman whose beginnings are brought forth To fade into the empty glass That held all else, except the golden, beating heart. You've lost triumph Within the melting pot. I want to kiss, Hold hands with the Devil, For she is you. A beautiful blue, Whose gray textures Remain as the remnants of something new In the fog that only fades Upon the closing of your eyes, When truest daylight flies.