How can shattered hearts Mend as one? I bleed what you cannot see From me, For my pain Remains to you A stark blindness. Upon the path of your story, You are filled, You are freed From inescapability. Love is perilous, Death seems merciful To you, in this heat, In this bleak Contrasting moments From the radiant hues Of a sky that looks worse than the grave. Death grows in you, Love has walked out the front door On hands, Upside-down, With its mouth silently laughing. Blood remains On our door, On our floor, While eyes are crossed in the wilderness Where nothing grows. I want, Though we cannot have it, Cannot see it, Cannot feel it.