You--Reflection / Black Series

The Surface

underneath.

This.

This is where

I Live.

The locals

who dwell

here.

They think

they know me.

Have seen me.

Think

 this entitles them

to my

Name.

Ah

but they don't

know.

Don't understand

that

in this Place

a Story

only grows.

A Masquerade

of sorts.

A sustained

wound.

A Healing

that which

can never

be found.

This.

This is what

keeps me

here.

This break

in the fault line

this

caress

of my Soul.

a feathers

touch.

That

those sweet

echoing

moments.

Are

really of

you....

So

I dwell here

you see.

A

symphony

of 

Delusions.

A

Catastrophe

of proportions

only

 you & I

can

see.

The calling
of your
name.
The unending
Song
of
sweet
Remorse.
Your gentle
touch.
Your breath
on
my face.


These reminders
of
you.
These
Moments.
Stolen.
Encased in
an
amber & crimson
tide.
Those colors
that
will always
be of
you.


These things
keep me
here.
Enshrined.
A
Sacrifice
to
Once
Was.
My only
Breath.
My only
Life.


You.