Her eyes Cry aloud for the ebony skies. I wish to pull free her sadness, To turn stains into marks of glee In where she shall gently flee. I wrap arms around to pull her close, That I might soak in her bleeding skin. What a world That caves in To me in the solace beneath the moon. Here, her eyes race with droplets To feed the thunder's presence. Am I allowed to feel what is beneath her heart, That I might dig through sands Wide enough to empty her ocean? Life strewn all around, Like tatters to her garments. I have left a former to catch a next In the feeling thuds around her breast. I kiss deep, to nurture my keep. Her body runs with the colors to the sun, Gleaming and perspiring in the exercise of sickness. What do I hold, Besides all that is so cold?