Cadence

Dreams,
Floating by like musical notes
Chant out the tune of my heart,
Yet dissolve the tears that stain my cheeks.

Flowers,
Surround and mask the odor of my blood,
Spilt as if it were wine,
An offering to my personal demons.


Music,
Notes float before my eyes as I drift off to sleep,
Tormenting my soul's sweet pleasure,
The sound eludes me,
Teases me.

I break,
Falling to the ground,
Helpless and broken.
As if the world were my grave,
And music my resurrection.

I burn,
In time to the rhythm of your words,
The measure of your love for me.

Your touch,
Is all I yearn for.

My tears run crimson as you fade away and my soul once joyful and light,
Becomes like lead,
Cold and hard and heavy.


The music that once plagued my dreamy times,
Disappears,
All im left with,
The remains of these crimson tears strewn like notes on ledger lines.

The notes are bitter and sour,
They reflect what you truly did to me.

by TearRains
posted on 05/14/2008