The night has come
A last goodbye
The final kiss
The final lie
The sky cries tears of sorrow over you
A meeting held in secrecy
Ageless as the “wait and see”
The words stolen from the past
Almost sound true
Foreboden lust
Forgotten time
The lives of those who have crossed the line
The blackened swirling pools of evermore
A different name
A different life
A private hell
Bring your own knife
For things are never really what they seem
The angels chant of ecstasy
Has faded to a distant scream
And nothing else can fill the void
The emptiness
It lingers on
Where are you?
Where are you now.
(For Chris, originally published on Tumblr, 2014)
