And as the heavens fell,
They turned red,
In your image.

Sinking into my eyes,
Like the late summer rain.
Of an early autumns storm,
A creature without structure or form.

To gauge out all hope,
And all the things that help you cope.

In silent desolate dreams
My lost heart still desperately screams.

Reaching for your obscurity,
For something that will never be
.