A Kiss for the Dead

I heard you screaming

The echoes took my breath away

I watched you dreaming

Seemingly twitching

Tossing, turning, yearning for desires

Lying beneath the surface of a burning heart

Lit afire by the lies told to dry your dying eyes

Sobbing sweetly into the night

Hold her gently, close and tight

Try and comfort her bleeding soul

Torn open by a blade

Harshly tearing away into your skin

Over and over again

I had passion for your pain

I belonged to your sorrow

With no personal gain

I once witnessed the tender heartbreak

Of a forgotten kiss

She waits and waits for the return of sin

To bite back into the reaping words of the lies within

No surrender bears the gracious reward

Of the torture she’s longing to endure

A belief held closely to a memory

Maybe one, two, or even three

A day without life, without you

Speaks of an eternity

But why relive what was never to stay

Holding on to the rope of misery brings her gloomy peace

A struggle she loves to hate

A curse laced with hopefulness

Only in exchange for hopelessness  

Tragically I miss her face

I don’t know where she’s run off to

But I know it’s no place safe

Wherever, whenever, if I ever see her again

I’ll kiss her cheek, then her forehead, and say

My darling, forever my dead friend