A yell

From the dark East corner.

Unheard and ignored.

A cry for help from

Behind a facade of the bright.

Disappeared forever,

A blinding wall between us.

Melt away and

Leave us alone again.

I fear the air

Between us.

You are unknown to me.

Within me,

The walls broke like cold glass in heat.

I can't hear from you yet,

Far away in

Needless loneliness.

A heartache is a

Longing song without bliss.

I believe that

The blade lands in the deepest of our hearts.

The pain that surges through you

It leaks.

It shows, unconditionally,

Through mine, eternally,

Under the shattered midnight moon.

Pounding

Under layers of flesh,

Pain with each beat of

Blood.  

Pushed back through

Sewn wounds,

Throbbing.

Prevention accomplished,

Now the light won't meet

What is now sought dead.

Maple leaves

Dance in tiny

Tornados of absence.

Silence breaks through

By the cicada's cry

Of approaching death.

Winds pour from the

Skies

And the light comes,

Hiding all that was there.

A smile wondering

In the painful scorch.

Clapping hands of

Approval behind my back.

Laughing as I enter my

Home, leaving them behind to sing for the sun,

I, Crying in the darkened

Softness of my bed.

The comfort of the black

Caresses my sides,

Contorting to every curve and

Angle.

It is truthfulness, it is goodness,

It is beauty.

The happiness returns

As I enter

The place I belong.

The wounds open

And I shed my shell,

The heat evanished

Forever.

The fear of the light

And its evil grins,

Now forgotten.

"I am back."

"Welcome home."

"I love you...

My sweet Black Rose.

I'll love you til death."

Our embrace never ends.