2klath2

i find sanctuary in my black and white world

everything of colour has soon turned old

i find comfort in my dark room

im not alone i have myself to talk too

a bitter bite from the winter solstice

im crying out now
im pretty sure you noticed


in this space my memories fade

one by one they kissed the grave
 

what an ineffable place

to watch this timeless daze

 

feel the cold brush my cheek

in front of me deaths grip

around the neck of my beloved it stains

his body turns white as the blue veins remain
 

the scent from your body like old moldy clothes

within your face it holds truth

that no one will ever know

until their time comes