one set in stone

The light of day caresses my crimson filled skin
Fighting for attention
The greif within

He sits ten feet below
My feet set in stone
And so is he

I calapse to the floor
Poisened bones fill my fleet

Callased fingers run ramped through the wind as I search for his begin
Waiting so patiently for the arrival of night
My crimson
Attached to his head stone

Carving the names of his past loves
The loves set in his stone

The fate of blood sets to his body
Burning my mind
I feel nothing
But grief