~grayscale~

Tipping the grayscale... As the colors bleed from my face.. I gaze upon this broken path.. The path of greatness... I will clean your perception... Lest I find you wanting... Without this mirish escape... As those flowers of dishonesty.. Will never bloom.. Not from my clasp... My soul rested... Inside our shell.... A cold chamber kept.. Within my memories... As our words... Our conversations.. Breathe life into the dust.. As sheets of passion.. Cover the doorways.... As our toes dig into.. The tenderness of our steps... The heat from your grip.... Whispering my flesh unto slumber... As I can only dream of you.. An angel wearing particular pain.. My faith in us will heal you... I know I belong here.. In this wonderful place.. That our learned agony.. Has pulled us to.. As I peer into your heart... Through the tears that spawn.. From your jaded eyes... How I long to hold you... Counting the beats.. Between the sighs.. As the feathers from my wings.. Wipe away your cries... As my fingertips... Tip the stagnace in belief... When you see me... I promise your relief.. Drink from my cup... So I may see... The light on your face.. The love in your eyes.. Forever... For our lives will echo.. For eternity... As my fingertips... Tip the stagnace in belief... When you see me... I promise.. Your Relief...