My gift is equally a blessing and a curse

The capacity to see all that I wish

Is stained by reliving all that I miss

I miss the way your hands interlock with mine

I miss the way our hearts flawlessly align


He?ll take your hand, a new silhouette will amend

He?ll walk you to your door, you?ll invite him in

And I will watch my days run horrid red

The pain has become so impossible to bear

That even the dead are becoming quite aware


White is my hue without radiance from you


You speak to me no longer since riddles have shaped your lips

My fist consumes my wrist as my arms end in deception?s bliss


Your hands are thy hammers 

I am nothing but the porcelain judgment

A demons voice in your ear is soothing

Bedroom lights attained by those pursuing


Godspeed me to the wolves that greet me